But it wasn’t the same sound she remembered. Now it was hollow and echoed through the business. The scent of bleach and some other chemical she couldn’t identify assaulted her. Just grab your things and leave.Rounding the corner, she froze. Even though the blood had been cleaned up, she still pictured her mom laying there, a pool of blood around her head. Her throat tightened painfully. Would she ever be able to think of her mom again without getting emotional? The cops, or whoever had cleaned up the scene had placed the broken, empty picture frame on a shelf. Her mom had been so proud to earn their first money and be their own bosses. A wave of sadness pushed through her. She couldn’t stay here. Couldn’t live here. Not after what happened.A man with a trimmed dark beard and dressed in a business suit and carrying a briefcase entered. “Excuse me, I’m—”“Sorry, we’re closed.” She forced a smile.“Oh, I’m not here for ice cream. I’ve a business opportunity.”“Look, now’s not the time.
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