Chapter 3: The New Town
I shut the door in their faces, not knowing my daughter had left them one final promise to keep.
Before we moved, Angie had been quiet in the sweetest way. She left sticky notes on the fridge, sat on the bathroom counter while I got ready for work just to talk, and once cried over an injured bird until we stayed up searching how to help it.
She was my daughter and my best friend folded into one.
Then I got transferred.
We moved, and in one summer, Angie lost everything familiar.
Loneliness has a way of making even good kids reach for the first group that says, “Come with us.”
Her new friends weren’t bad. They were restless. Curious. Drawn to abandoned buildings, empty lots, and the thrill of doing something slightly reckless.
A few times, they got stopped for exploring places they shouldn’t have been.
Nothing serious.
At least, that was what I told myself. Continue Reading ⬇️
