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computer from the fr<strong>on</strong>t pocket, sat down at Melissa’s desk, and slid the CD into the drive of her sister’s<br />

laptop.<br />

The disc took a while to load, and Spencer clicked <strong>on</strong> her e-mail while she waited. At the top of her inbox<br />

was a message from Olivia Caldwell. Her potential mother.<br />

Spencer raised her hand to her mouth and opened the message. It was a link to a prepaid ticket <strong>on</strong><br />

Amtrak’s<br />

Acela line, the bullet train to New York City. Spencer, I’m thrilled you’ve agreed to meet me! said the<br />

accompanying<br />

note. Can you come to New York tomorrow night? We have so much to talk about. Much love,<br />

Olivia.<br />

She peered out the window to the main house, not sure what to do. The lights in the kitchen were still<br />

<strong>on</strong>,<br />

and her mother passed from the fridge to the table, saying something to Melissa. Despite how pissed<br />

her<br />

mom had been just moments before, there was now a loving, comforting smile <strong>on</strong> her mother’s face.<br />

When<br />

was the last time she had smiled like that at Spencer?<br />

Tears welled in Spencer’s eyes. She’d been trying so hard for her parents for so l<strong>on</strong>g…for what? She<br />

turned<br />

back to the computer. The Acela ticket was for 4 P.M. tomorrow. That sounds great, she wrote back. See<br />

you<br />

then. She hit send.<br />

Almost immediately, a little bloop sound filled the room. Spencer closed her in-box and checked to see if<br />

the CD had finished loading, but the program was still running. Then, she noticed a flashing IM window.<br />

Instant Messenger must have automatically logged <strong>on</strong> to Melissa’s account when Spencer had turned <strong>on</strong><br />

the<br />

computer. Hey Mel, a new message said. You there?<br />

Spencer was ready to type, Sorry, not Melissa, when a sec<strong>on</strong>d message came in. It’s me. Ian.

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