Her eyes shot open, aglow with an opaque white. The door ten feet away was so close in reach. Abigail could nearly taste the triumph of finally meeting her mother and her sister-finally filling the void of loneliness she’d been feeling for most of her life.
Ever closer she came to the blindingly bright entrance of the door. Then almost immediately it was slammed in her face and her body was thrown back against the ground. When she came to, she was back in a room-one all too familiar and spoke of her failure.
“Abigail! Are you alright?”
When she felt his arms helping her up, she felt both relieved and disheartened. “Yes.” She replied to Varick once she was sitting upright. He kneeled on one knee with her hand in his. “No.” Abigail changed her answer. “No, I am not alright.”
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