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No one mentioned Charlotte during breakfast. It was a peaceful time for everyone as they filled themselves up and went along with their normal routine for the day. The kids disappeared somewhere Anaya didn't know and Easton was nowhere to be found. "Give me ten minutes, then we can leave for the appointment," Roman said, and left as well. Anaya sat quietly on the sofa, paying with her fingers. These were the fingers that Roman always liked to hold. There was nothing special about it. Upon closer look, Anaya could see the tiny old scars on them. Her hands were always rough and dry. They didn't do well against the weather change either. But a week out of blue stone and Anaya could see the small changes in herself. The products she used daily were of better quality and she didn't have to