Chapter Thirteen
“DOES ABBY REMEMBER her?” Ben handed Clint one end of a tape measure and then walked to the other side of the room. “I mean, I don’t have kids, but I would imagine young minds forget quickly. My brother’s son can’t even seem to remember to go to the bathroom.”
Clint chuckled as he marked off the spot on the wall for the next electrical outlet. He stood, once he was finished, and slipped his pencil back into his tool belt as he released the tape measure. “She says she does, although she doesn’t remember any of the specifics. Just that Bonnie was gone and now she’s back.” He shrugged as he pulled his utility knife from his belt and started cutting into the drywall. “I guess that’s a good thing in a way. At least, there aren’t horrible memories for her to remember.”
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