CHAPTER ELEVEN

Leanne

Leanne poked her head into Cara’s bedroom, pleased to find her daughter so enthralled with the book. 

“Can I get you anything, honey?”

“Lemon-lime soda, please,” said Cara without looking up.

Leanne returned a minute later with the beverage in hand.  She sat on the corner of Cara’s bed after giving her the drink.

“I can’t believe this is somehow your real life, mom,” said Cara after taking a sip.  “It just seems like a book.  I don’t really want any of these girls to be you.  It feels like I know too much about them that isn’t like you.”

“I hope you won’t be disappointed.”  Leanne fiddled with a crease in the quilt.

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