Chapter 33
Chapter 33 Brielle woke to the sound of voices drifting up from the kitchen. Not raised voices. Familiar ones. The kind that came from two people who had spent decades arguing over things that didn't matter and somehow enjoyed every minute of it. She smiled into her pillow before finally climbing out of bed. Morning sunlight spilled through the window. Across the room, the blue dress hung from the wardrobe door exactly where she'd left it. Silver embroidery caught the light along the sleeves. For a moment she looked at it. Tomorrow. The thought still made her nervous. But not nearly as nervous as it had yesterday. Downstairs, the smell of coffee, bacon, and pancakes met her halfway down the staircase. By the time she reached the kitchen, everyone else was already there. Grandpa
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