Chapter 8

Anthea hadn’t eaten much all day, and by then, she was starving. But even as she wolfed down her meal, there was a grace to her that made it somehow pleasant to watch.

She polished off her spaghetti in no time.

“There’s more in the kitchen. I’ll get you another helping,” Carol offered.

Anthea gave a content smile. “No, Mom, I’m full. Thank you.”

“Well then, let me take you to your room so you can rest,” Carole suggested.

“Sure,” Anthea nodded in agreement.

The bedroom was a cramped space carved out of another room, with Carole living just next door. The furnishings were sparse, including a bed, a desk for writing, and a wardrobe for clothes. There were no unnecessary items.

It had been Rebecca’s room before. When Rebecca left, she took all her belongings with her. There wasn’t even a blanket on the bed at this time.

Carole mentioned, slightly embarrassed. “Let me go and grab a comforter to make the bed for you.”

“That’s fine, Mom,” Anthea said with a smile.

added, “By the

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siblings, and her youngest brother, Nanson Yeager,

“uncle” Anthea referred to

had only finished middle school. He hadn’t had a steady job all these years due to his limited education. He worked as a delivery guy and didn’t smoke or drink, but his one vice was the casino. Almost every paycheck

the wall and said, “He should be back soon.”

“Carole! Carole! Come out and see what

out as she moved toward the living

chicken in

strike it rich?” Carole asked in

the 21st century, meat was a luxury for the Yeager family, usually reserved for festive

it from a client who runs a rotisserie! He

Chapter 8

noticed Anthea emerging from the back and looked puzzled,

a smile. “This is Anthea. Anthea, this

meet you, Uncle Nanson,” Anthea said with a polite nod.

her as if he’d seen a ghost,

so much from just

am Anthea,” she said,

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