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Bree burst through the front door of Adeline’s shop, her breathing heavy. What had she been thinking, that she could just waltz into town and suddenly fit in—act like she belonged?
Adeline bustled in from the back and smiled when she saw it was Bree. But whatever expression Bree wore, it caused Adeline’s smile to waver, suddenly uncertain. “How did it go?” She asked it like she was unsure she wanted to know.
Bree slumped onto a stool at the counter and groaned. “I ran away. Like, I literally ran away.” She gave a quick shake of her head as she recalled her parents’ admonitions about her propensity to do that. “I’ve been doing that a lot lately.”
“What happened?” Adeline asked, her voice laced with concern. “If Caleb did something—”
“No,” Bree said, waving her friend’s accusation aw
