Something’s not right at my house. I can tell the moment Tara turns into my driveway. She’s been a Godsend the past couple of days, letting me crash her kitchen, sleep in her spare bedroom, and driving me all over Carolina.
We’d gone by Dawson Dials In only an hour ago, but my boxes hadn’t been sitting on the sidewalk. I didn’t truly think they would be.
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