Transatlantic Sister by Susanne Bennett

“Mmmmh.” Kimberly breathed in the scent of freshly brewed coffee in her favorite mug. It said “Mommy” on it. She loved this time just before the house woke up, everybody stirred into action. She would have to hurry them through the morning and out of the house. Kimberly took her mug over to the fireplace...

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