The next day, my rent car pulled up in front of Springfield Hills Home.  I walked in the front door, and was met by the woman I had spoken to on the phone.

     “Kailey Mumm,” she asked she approached me, with her hand extended.  “I’m Lisa Collel.”  I shook her hand.  “Hannah woke up with a few health issues this morning.”

     “Is she okay?”

     I was concerned she wouldn’t be up to talking, and I would have come for nothing.

     “Oh, she’s fine.  I think she’s trying to fight off a cold.”

     “How’s her mind?”

     “Top notch.&n...

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