“Who are you calling?”
He looked at me, wide-eyed. “Miss… someone has been searching for you for twenty years.”
Before I could respond, the back door opened.
“Desiree?”
She stepped inside—older, but unmistakable. My grandmother’s closest friend.
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“Who are you calling?”
He looked at me, wide-eyed. “Miss… someone has been searching for you for twenty years.”
Before I could respond, the back door opened.
“Desiree?”
She stepped inside—older, but unmistakable. My grandmother’s closest friend.