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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

       

“Why are we here?” I asked, fingering my bucket hat as I climbed out of the vehicle. 

The town’s shopping mall stood tall before me as people excitedly poured in and out of it. Tugging my jacket, I looked around the busy parking lot for anyone familiar.

“We are going shopping,” Uncle Al said, hurrying into the building. Struggling to catch up with his fast strides, I could not help but raise a brow.

Shopping? 

Earlier this morning, he shook me awake, muttering what little we have and something about a doorway, constantly checking his watch. From Dad's absent car, it looked like he already left for work which worked perfectly for me. I could not help feeling unbridled hate for him anytime we locked eyes or stayed in the same room.

When I caught up to him, I asked, “Uncle Al, what is going on?”

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