“Kim asked, walking into the kitchen. “Ouch.” Her mom plopped a tray of cookies onto the stovetop and snatched back her hand, putting her thumb to her mouth. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you drive in. How was the youth meeting?” “Good.” Except a summons to the police station had cut short her opportunity to glean information from the youths following the meeting. She shivered. The officer had said her purse-snatcher-slash-car-vandal couldn’t see her through the one-way glass, but his soulless glare had... chilled her to the core. Mom glanced at the clock. “The meeting must’ve been good. Youth group never ended this late when you were a teen.” Kim helped herself to a cookie, pausing to savor the comforting aroma as she broke it in two and licked the melted chocolate. “I had a couple of errands to run. And I stopped to see Dad.” At least the vandal’s arrest had spared her from having to ask Dad for help. She’d hoped to find Darryl there and have their conversation where Mom wouldn’t overhear.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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