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 silent. Oliver gave off an

Josefina strolled

eyes were filled with remorse as she gazed at her daughter. If only she had found Josefina

sorry for all the hardships you've faced. That tragedy at the hospital separated us for eighteen long years." Hattie wished she could give her daughter the world to make up for the lost

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

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

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

with what Luke had found out. They needed to find those people

to continue the 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

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

a plate of pasta for you? Or maybe you'd prefer some fried rice? We've got fruit as well. Whatever