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And upstairs, hearing the small ripple of commotion through the house, Caleb came down two steps at a time.
He found Brooke calmly spooning a second helping into Levi’s bowl as if this were nothing more extraordinary than weather.
“Easy,” she told the boy. “It’s still hot.”
Levi nodded solemnly and waited.
That nearly undid Caleb more than the first lunchbox continue reading …
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