A Hint of Magnolia Grove

Cassie’s eyesight blurred as the lush Georgia landscape grew familiar. With a shaky hand, she brushed away a lone tear. The big country house hadn’t changed in ten years. Flat white paint covered the boards. Pine-colored shingles, though somewhat faded, sheltered the high-pitched roof. The front porch held the identical hunter green, wooden rockers and porch swing. The massive southern oak continued to stretch its lazy limbs, depriving the front yard of sunlight and grass.

Only one thing was missing: her mother.

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