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“I’m not certain this is going to work,” Meredith said doubtfully, studying the empty store a few hours later. The building had been vacant for a long time, but she hadn’t allowed for how run down the interior had gotten. At some stage, local kids must have gotten inside and spray-painted graffiti on the walls, and damaged most of the fittings. A heavy layer of dust coated everything. She’d considered selling the building over the years, but she’d stubbornly held onto it, hoping one day to bring it back to life.
“It’s amazing,” Cady breathed. She was enchanted by the old building, which she’d passed dozens of times since she’d been walking Churchill around town. It was a two-story clapboard, the one with the faded ice-cream sign hanging out the front. The windows were covered over wit
