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But she was sure to have heard of some Glacier Grand Residence… could be the same. But even as her brain tries to think, her answer already loomed ahead of her. And she didn’t know whether she was more afraid to go… Or more afraid not to ****************** Hannah was in her kitchen, the soft glow of the setting evening sun casting shadows on the countertops as she prepared an evening snack. A simple sandwich… bread, cheese, a slice of tomato… nothing fancy, but it was her ritual on less busy days. She hummed a tune as she walked around the kitchen and shook her body to the rhythm.

I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “What?!” She sat up, grinning. “You think I’m not going to spoil my godchild? Absolutely not. I’ll be the fun aunt. Hannah will be the wise one, Graham will be the overprotective father, and I—” She pointed at herself proudly. “—I will be the one who sneaks them sweets when you say no.” I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re insane.” “Insanely amazing,” she corrected. Hannah rolled her eyes but smiled. “She’s not wrong about Graham though. He’ll probably follow you around with pillows just in case you trip.”

" While pondering which of the many books I've read is the best, I feel someone's eyes on me. I turn and find Jacob staring. He doesn't look away even though I've caught him watching me. Hannah is talking to him, but he doesn't seem to be listening; his full attention is on me. Why is he so focused on me? I haven't gotten a chance to talk to him since Hannah hasn't left his side during the flight. There is so much I want to say to him. "Sarah?" Charles calls, bringing me back to earth. "Yes?" "I asked you a question." "Oh yes, you did." I give him a brief smile. "If I had to choose a favorite book, I would have to say-" "The Hangmen series by Tillie Cole," Jacob says before I can. I turn to

"Fine. Hand it over." We spent almost two hours eating and discussing random things in the kitchen. He almost burned the ham and an egg. Later, after breakfast, we went to the library. The rain outside makes me want to read books again and just sit on the couch. We wandered the books on the shelves, looking for where to start. "So, where do we start?" I said, looking at the shelves. Saelas was going to make a suggestion when I pressed a heavy, old book into his hand. "Here."

The woman was asking as she flipped through pages. “Ehmm yes...i mean no. It’s just complicated...” the girl stuttered with a winced expression. The book is immediately slammed shut with a thud and Hannah got startled. Before she could even ask for an explanation, the rude nurse sighed loudly before walking out on her.

She closed her eyes for a moment. "This is so good and it has a special taste!!" Hannah confessed. "Hmmm. Absolutely delicious." "Glad you like it." After a pause, a smirk crossed her lips. Janice arched her brows at her. "What?" she whispered. "You think I'm gonna forget about the juicy details you have been hoarding?" Janice rolled her eyes as she released a groan. "Really?!" Hannah nodded and set her spoon down gently, edging closer. "C'mon let's hear it. Start from the beginning and make sure not to leave out any details no matter how trivial they may seem."

She entangled her hand in Rachel's and like two teenagers, they skipped towards the convenient store. The sign above went off when the door open. This drew the attention of those who were already in the store, especially those at the paying counter. They turned, looking at the jolly women with confusion. Hannah and Rachel snorted a laughter, walking towards the back of the store, particularly the vending machine. Whilst Rachel searched her pockets for a coin, Hannah walked around the shop, touching the shelves that now carried snacks instead of books.

Of course, there’s been some days the kids get on a call and Noah begs to come over and ‘see Uncle EJ’s house’, but since we’re already leaving to England… Ezra hasn’t said what he’ll do with the house. Since it’s his, I think it’ll just be here for whenever we come back to visit. “Daddy,” Hannah says, taking both of our attention. “Did you know that aunt Wren almost mixed up the sugar?” My jaw drops. “Hey!” “Really?” Ezra’s eyes widen comically. “Good thing you were there to prevent that, right?” She nods happily. “I helped.” I pat her head. “You did, baby. But don’t throw me under the bus like that next time.”

Getting close to your target is always the difficult part. “Are you looking for someone?” A voice shook her out of her reverie. Her eyes smoothly glide to her right, where she finds a chic blonde looking at her. Anna scans the woman—short, petite, youthful face—and finds the pile of books on her arms. Almost all are about laws. An obvious law student. Someone that belongs here. Yet, her voice was cheerful and innocent, her stare pure and kind. “Yes, actually. Do you know Yezekael Ferrer?” She straightforwardly asks, catching the woman off-guard. Anna doesn’t miss the tinge of pink creeping up the girl’s cheeks from her neck.