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“I suppose I’ve always been searching for a home,” Emily confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. Anne reached across the table, placing a warm hand over Emily’s. “Home isn’t always a place, Emily. Sometimes it’s the people we meet along the way.” Emily pondered Anne’s words, feeling a warmth spread through her chest that… CONTINUE READING »