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Chapter Ninety-Three
Heather POV Meg and I spent the rest of the day sorting the diaries into owners and by date. While the others sifted through the piles of documents that were everything from land deeds to recipes for burn ointment. Looking at the others, I think Meg and I got the easier of the two jobs. Just before four, there was another knock on the door. Meg went over to answer it. “Heather, I think it’s for you.” I went and stood in the doorway of the closet where I had been looking for a larger-sized sticky note pad, to see Reed and Lucas entering the room. “How do you know they are here for me? Their mother is here too.” Lucas walks straight at me, picks me up and carries me back into the closet. Reed follows, closing the door. “We are most defiantly here for you.” He says as I’m held between the t
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