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Logan did a few circuits around the block before she went through the kitchen skylight of the Li family home, a two-story bungalow not far from Balboa Park. Her mom and aunt always left the skylight open for her in good weather, and the weather was mostly good in San Diego.
All looked normal in the kitchen. There were several pots cooking on the stove, and rows of dumplings lay out on the counter ready to be steamed. Grabbing an egg tart, she munched while taking a good look around.
Logan snagged another tart and went out to the living room. It was quiet. Everything seemed in order…or at least in the normal amount of disorder.
Books were stacked in piles halfway up the walls at random intervals. They would be stacked higher, except California was earthquake country. Years ago, Logan
