Dinner at the Packhouse

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Julia's POV I don't think I've been this mentally exhausted in a long time. I felt drained as I got up the following day from trying to help Cat cope with losing the photography studio. It was her life and her career. She had worked many years, saving and getting her own business up and going. I managed to get a shower through the haze of sleepiness flooding my eyes while Cat still slept. I left her upstairs as I went down to the kitchen to make some coffee and start breakfast. I was going to need a few cups to get myself up and going. There was so much to get done and figured out before I had to go out of town next week. Thinking of Elijah, I missed him dearly and wanted to hear his voice. I knew he was probably already awake and trying to get stuff handled as well. I remembered a say

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