Prologue
A
mother stood in the kitchen, cooking dinner for her family. Her daughter was turning thirteen the next
day, and her son was home from college for the occasion, so the whole family
would be there for dinner.
Well,
not the whole family. One member
of it was not there and never would be again.
The
woman glanced at the calendar hanging on the kitchen wall. Her eyes fell on the date. February 7, 1994.
It
would be thirteen years tomorrow since the tragedy. Thirteen long years. And yet, she remembered that day so vividly,
as if it had just happened yesterday…
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