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I sat in a chair adjacent to Grace’s bed as I watched her sleeping. Owen was already asleep by the time we returned and Grace was almost completely healed when we arrived.

The ladies just changed her to something comfortable and easy to remove so we could solve matters later.

“I’ve never seen you so lost in thought.” I heard a familiar British accent that had me relax with a smile.

“Reminiscence keeps the mind lost and the body exhausted Mrs. Wolfe.” I said as my mother sat beside me.

“Who is she? Is she related to your…” I nodded before she completed her statement. “What’s your relationship?”

“She was my daughter in one of my life. I thought she was dead but Bell kept hoping and it was that hope caused her to die of a broken heart.” I said like it was a painful memory. “However I know it’s her but her scent is different. It’s like Charlie’s