Josefina shoved Oliver away and quickly retreated a step. "Look, Oliver, it's getting late. You should head on home."

Oliver watched Josefina make a break for it, his lips curling into a mischievous smirk as he continued to close the gap between them. She ran, he chased; it was a game she couldn't escape.

Hattie stepped out and called to Josefina.

"Josie, I've got a pot of chicken soup simmering in the kitchen. Fancy a bowl?"

Without hesitation, Josefina blurted out, "Yes, I'll have some." She had to take the soup, or Oliver might end up devouring her instead.

Hattie, always the polite hostess, extended the invitation to Oliver. "Oliver, would you like to join us for a bowl?"

should be heading home." Josefina fell silent. Oliver gave

left, Hattie and Josefina strolled back

charming. Hattie's eyes were filled with remorse as she gazed at her daughter.

daughter the world to make up

father when the labor pains started, and we found a hospital for the birth. Right after you were born, there was a commotion about a child abduction. Then there were rumors of a gunman. The nurses handed you to your

felt something was off. "The hospital's

nurses from that time have either retired or left

with what Luke had found out. They needed

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to calm her mother's agitated state. "Mom,

the chef to whip up a plate of pasta for you? Or maybe you'd prefer some fried

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