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Inez has my cigarettes on the counter before I step through the door.

"Are you psychic or something?" I joke. From the roll of her eyes I can see I failed miserably.

"I saw you through the window." She doesn't offer any friendly conversation as I pay and I feel depressed. She's a tough fish to catch. As I'm leaving, Dominic flies through the door, a girl at his heels. She's got hair the same color as his and looks to be about ten.

"Hi, Sebastian," he smiles up at me. I smile back. The girl regards me with big blue eyes. "This is my sister, Abby." Jesus. There's another one? I feel something like hope hit me. I know her family. That has to count for something.