The gun
"M-Mother dearest…" Lydia trailed off, instantly standing up with a wry smile. She held onto Adeline tighter, knowing her Mother would never lash out in front of guests--especially the kind-hearted Adeline. "Daughter dearest," Mrs. Claymore returned with a large, uptight smile. "A-Aunt Claymore," Adeline softly addressed, hoping to take the burden off of Lydia. Mrs. Claymore's irritated eyes snapped to the address. Instantly, her expression softened. She glanced at Adeline as a mother would regard their daughter. Goodness, just looking at Adeline alone was enough to break her heart all over again. Adeline had the eyes of her father, but the features of her mother. She was the perfect blend of Addison and Kaline. It would be impossible to deny her striking resemblance to her parents
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