

Never Too LateNever Too LateNever Too Late
Janice Wallace sat in her small family room, reading quietly while soft music played in the background. Streaks of afternoon sunlight highlighted dust motes swirling through the air, pouring warmth through the double-paned glass windows of the small house. She was dressed comfortably in grey slacks and a lightweight teal cotton shirt, bare feet stretched out before her on the cornflower blue hassock. Muffled sounds of cars, a lawnmower, children laughing, cicadas buzzing, a car door....all unremarked on an ordinary weekend in summer.
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