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Chapter Three Mark & Abby Abby picked up a fast-moving Bea before she could get too close to the fireplace that had just been lit. Bea wiggled and pointed, saying something that sounded like “daddy” over and over again. “Your daddy is upstairs,” Abby said as she carried Bea away from the fire. It was the evening of the third day after everyone had arrived at the cabin, and Abby had been enjoying a brief quiet moment before Bea had run into the room. The toddler babbled as Abby sat her on the floor and started playing with the stuffed animals scattered on the rug. She wondered where Lizzie and Trent were; it wasn’t like them to take their eyes off Bea. Then again, Bea was so fast that they might not have noticed her absence yet. “There you are!” Lizzie took a deep breath as she crouche