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Two days later, Tonya hummed under her breath as she pulled the last pan of chocolate chip cookies out of the oven. She had woken up this morning craving some. She had the same craving a week before but never got around to making them. When she saw the package of cookie dough in the refrigerator as she was pulling out the milk for her cereal, she almost groaned with delight.
The sound of a knock on the door made her frown. Max, Angela, and her siblings weren’t expected in until tomorrow, and as far as she knew, they weren’t expecting any visitors. Turning off the oven, she placed the hot cookie sheet on the stove, pulled off her oven mitts, and placed them on the counter.
She glanced down the hallway. Ashure was trying to repair her broken suitcase. From the sound of his muttered cur
