Chapter Sixty Eight:
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ANGELA PULLED ON an old jogging suit and decided to walk around the edge of the lake. She’d spent all week cleaning and moving into her little cabin and had grown to love the lake and the small town a mile away. Tomorrow morning she’d start a new job, a new life. Her years of taking care of her mother, of worrying about her father, were in her past, washed away by a river of tears. Now she had to face her future.
Glancing at the cat trying to spread his fat body across the windowsill, Angela whispered, “This is our new home, Doc. You’re going to love it here.”
Doc Holliday just stared at her, but Angela couldn’t stop smiling.
No one in town cared about her family, and, for the first time since her birth, no family was watching over her. Her mother had smothered
