Cisco had been worrying himself all day about his friends and family. Family meaning Violet. He had been having what he could only describe as daydreams, but they weren’t happy dreams. They were nightmares. Daymares, if you will. He had texted his sister, making sure she was still okay. Things seemed fine, but he wanted to be absolutely sure. He put the fresh container of cookie dough ice cream in a shopping bag and grabbed his keys, heading out to his car and to where Violet was.

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