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Lily sat beside me, stronger now, her hand resting on her growing belly.
“Did you ever like baking those cookies?” she asked with a small smile.
I laughed softly. “Not once.”
She leaned her head on my shoulder.
“I’m glad you’re just my mom now.”
“I always was,” I said.
My phone buzzed.
Another case.
Another mess.
I looked at the ocean, then stood.
“Just one more errand,” I said.
Because some people still believed they were untouchable.
And I knew exactly how to prove them wrong.
I do not look back after the hotel vanishes behind the bend of the coastal road. The Gulf Shores night slides past the …
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