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of stew on the stove. Maybe a dog asleep in the corner. Not emptiness—just quiet. Peace.
“I’ll take it,” I said.
Carol blinked. “You don’t want to think about it?”
“If the structures are sound and the water’s good, I’m not walking away. I’ve done enough thinking.”
Within a month, the paperwork was signed. My name—Olivia Carter—sat alone on the deed. No continue reading …
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