CHAPTER FIVE

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CHAPTER FIVE Cassandra walked toward the kitchen, unsure if this was her parents’ house or not because her mother rarely cooked and her father had never asked for a beer. Who were these people? Where were her real mom and dad? At the doorway to the kitchen, Cassandra froze. The scent of fresh-baked brownies lingered in the air. A pan of them sat on the stove. Dirty bowls and pots filled the sink. If that wasn’t a bizarre-enough sight, her mother stood at the counter. She was—Cassandra did a double take—arranging a platter of vegetables. Cassandra blinked, but when she opened her eyes, the image remained. That was when Cassandra realized her mom wore a pale pink apron over her black pants and white blouse. That was not a normal fashion accessory for the refined and elegant Vanessa Dan

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