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After being kicked out of William’s house, Vivian moved back into her parent’s house. Of course, she could have moved back into her own place but, after everything that she’d been through, she felt that she needed some extra support. By the time she reached their place, she wasn’t just crying; she was weeping. She had phoned ahead though, so her grandfather, Ben Miller, was waiting for her when she arrived. Ben had known Donald from when they were in the military together, and he was shocked when he heard what his old friend had done to his granddaughter. "Vivian,” he wondered in disbelief, “did Donald really have your belongings thrown out onto the lawn?" By now, Vivian was crying in her mother’s arms, but she pulled away in order to answer her grandfather’s question. "Grandpa,” she beg