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."

serious? Do you need help?" Cole took off his

"It's sorted. We're just heading out to

the

Claire nodded.

waved

big bag of groceries

getting late." Claire took the shopping bag from Camila. "I can

to her place, and it was already past one

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

inform her that she was at home now, she grabbed

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

names Connor and Haylie popped into her mind.

dried off and put on

caressed the phone screen; Connor had called her several times while she was at the police station, but she

about whether

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