Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

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?"

you, Mrs. H, but Josie says it's late and I should be heading home." Josefina fell

and Josefina strolled back

the streetlights, Josefina looked utterly charming. Hattie's eyes were filled with remorse

to make up for the lost time. "How could they mix up three babies? What the heck happened at the hospital that day? How did we end up

trip with your 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 father, and we immediately transferred to another

something was off. "The hospital's security couldn't have been

and nurses from that time have either retired or left the city. They've vanished without a

frowned; this matched up with what Luke had found out. They needed to find those people from back then to uncover

investigation. We must find those involved. My daughter suffered because of them, and I won't let any of them get away." S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ

mother's agitated

plate of pasta