Chapter Eighteen -Blast from the Past-

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The bell signaled someone coming into the shop. Cecilia looked up from polishing the knives to sell, "Sorry, we're clo- what do you want?" The woman smiled and put a purse on the counter, "What can't say hello to your big sister, Caitie?" "Hi Catia, what the hell do you want?" Cecilia deadpanned. "My sons," Catia said letting her smile drop. "What? No!" Cecilia yelled at her. "I have a written note that I can legally take my sons," Catia said calmly. "Fine, whore! You can pack it all up. Oh, and get that shit off my counter!" Cecilia snapped, then called the boys down. "Go get their stuff," Cecilia said looking off. Half an hour later, the room was cleared out. Alex came in to find Cassadee comforting her sister.

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