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 silent. Oliver gave off an impression as if Josefina had caused him

Hattie and Josefina strolled back to

with

for eighteen long years." Hattie wished she could give her daughter the world to make up

born, there was a commotion about a child abduction. Then there were rumors of

to this, Josefina felt something was off. "The hospital's security couldn't have been

about the mix-up, I've had people investigating. The doctors and nurses from that

up with what Luke had found out. They needed to find those people from back then to uncover the

suffered because of them, and I won't let any of them get

her mother's agitated state. "Mom, I'm starting to get

hungry, Josie? Shall I ask the chef to whip up a plate of pasta for you?

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