Cindy seemed quiet and withdrawn at lunch on Sunday and also later at church. I couldn’t help but notice that Hyrum didn’t come by to meet her at church and walk her home this week. On the way home, she was kind of shuffling along looking at her feet rather than being her usual cheery self. Read the rest of the story »
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