Song Rec'd: Don't Blame Me — Taylor Swift.
Where do we go? (when we need love) — Lloysio
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The moment we saw the news, I sprang to my feet, quickly dressing as my mother and I packed to leave. I had no clue how Heather managed to secure her position, but it was best that she took it instead of some random stranger. If she still cared for Father, she would probably work toward his release with the resources at her disposal.
When I approached the cashier to pay my bill, I learned it had already been settled, with extra included. I was too rushed to inquire who had done it. Instead, I left a note of gratitude just in case they returned. I exited with my mother, carrying Reese in her arms, the news plastered everywhere. My mother's phone buzzed incessantly; if I hadn't lost my own phone in the fire, I was sure I would have faced a similar fate.
