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Arrival approaching

Mia slowed down until they rolled to a stop in front of a modest gray house with the number 52 displayed above a red mailbox. The two women slowly walked up the small brick path that led to the front door. Mia’s hands were trembling the whole way. When they reached the door, Mia froze. Her body locked up. Chloe looked at her. “Mom?” she whispered.
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