Claire grabbed Camila's hand, picked up the keys, and said to the people in the house, "I'm off to pick up some groceries for us."

They down the stairs.

Camila frowned, "If it weren't for Drew, I really wouldn't want to deal with them."

Claire gently patted her daughter's hand. "I know, but they are family after all."

Camila scoffed, "Family? Mom, have you forgotten how Uncle treated us?"

She said angrily, "When he made money from his business, you asked him for a loan to open a diner, but did he care? Later, when he fell on hard times, he even had the nerve to ask you to help pay for his house."

Claire sighed helplessly, and the bitterness in her heart was rising like a tide. She couldn't forget those past events either.

Camila spoke up, "I'll go to the supermarket with you first."

When they walked past Cole's fruit stand, Cole hurried to the entrance, anxiously asking, "Why didn't you open your shop today? Are you feeling unwell? I've been trying to call you all day."

Seeing Cole's worried expression, Camila sneakily pinched Claire's arm.

Claire blushed slightly and swatted Camila's hand, then looked up at Cole. "My nephew had a bit of trouble."

Cole took off his apron,

just heading out

the

Claire nodded.

Camila waved

big bag of

shopping bag from Camila. "I can take it up myself. Just text me when you get home." Camila

and it was already past one in

off her sneakers, Camila massaged her calves. It was good that she had worn more casual clothes and sneakers. Standing outside the police station

texting Claire to inform her that she was at home now,

the droplets fell on her skin. She closed her eyes, letting her thoughts drift with the flow of

into her mind. She opened her eyes, a bitter smile

Camila dried off

down. Her fingers gently caressed the phone screen; Connor had called

about whether

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