Callie
I love this place, my special thinking spot in the woods beyond the boathouse. I used to come here when I was a kid to think about my life. I used to think about my little sister and where in the world she might be now. Sometimes, I'd cry thinking she'd be dead and buried, and none of us would ever know.
I hope that's not the case. I hope she's happy wherever she is. I hope she's safe. I hope the woman who took her from our garden all those years ago treated her well and gave her all the love in the world.
Just thinking about Abigail and the fact I couldn't save her makes me cry. I tried. I swear to God, I tried so hard to make that woman put Abigail back on the picnic blanket my mother had laid her on while she ran inside the house to get drinks for me and the other girls.
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