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The day of the wedding loomed on the horizon, but there was one thing she needed to do first. Summoning what courage she had to her name, Johanna approached Trace as he was taking his turn at the stove. Centering herself the way her husband spent hours teaching her, she cleared her mind of all negative thoughts. “Father, are you making something good today?” she asked, trying to keep her tone light. Pursing his lips, he set the wooden spoon he was using down on the drip mat. He turned to her, looking her over as he tried to determine why she was suddenly interested. “Okay, spill. What’s going on? And, please, don’t say it’s nothing. I raised two boys, remember?” Johanna giggled, relaxing as she realized he’d caught onto her. “It’s nothing bad, I promise. I just have a question for you.”
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