Saturday was just like any other day. Kids wandered in and out of Whit’s End leisurely, taking their time in drinking a WodFamChocSod or eating a bowl of Raspberry Ripple.
It, unfortunately, was not a day Connie Kendall wished to have take place. On this day, she was confronted with the past, the present, and the future in a matter of hours…
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