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Chapter 7
Sonya looked at me, and I just knew that she understood what I had been thinking. She reached over and squeezed my hand and smiled. I returned her smile, and my tears retreated as I tried to change the subject on my mind. “So how come Oliver's birthday party is being held here?” I asked, trying hard to think of other things. “I guess Ben didn't tell you that both his parents died quite a few years ago,” said Meredith as she kneaded the dough that would later become the most delicious homemade bread rolls. I was shocked and surprised that he hadn't mentioned it in the car on the way from the airport. In hindsight, though, he probably didn't tell me because he didn't want to upset me. “What happened to them?” I asked, thinking they can't have been very old at all. “They were out togeth
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