I expected Crew to be interrogating Evelyn, not to find that she'd snuck past me and into the kitchen, accepting a large cup of coffee from Mom with an eager look on her face.

"You make the best java I've had in years, Lucy," she gushed to my mother, inhaling from the massive mug steaming under her nose. "I should steal you and take you back to L.A. with me."

"You'll have to fight me for her," I said, joining them and taking a fresh cup myself.

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