Chapter 33 - Packing for Ashgrove Hollow

By midafternoon, the broken windows had been boarded up with fresh planks, courtesy of a carpenter Marisol swore by, and the café had settled into a strange, watchful calm.

Kathy sat at the counter with Evelyn's old ledger open in front of her, searching page after page for any mention of Ashgrove H...

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