Embark
ON A HIKING
adventure and explore the beauty of nature’s best…
In the
WOODS.
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PART 2 The little girl was maybe five. Blonde curls. A pink puffy coat. She stopped at the bottom of my porch steps and looked up at me.
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PART 2 The back of the letter said: He forged your signature on her passport form. Flight from Spokane on April 3rd. One way. The cabin is a lie. — C.H.
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PART 2 “One more week in that camper and she’ll sign anything I put in front of her,” Tara said. Ice clinked in a bag.
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PART 2 The first line said: “Ingredients: one son with my power of attorney, one forged signature, and four hundred thousand dollars that are no longer in my account.”
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PART 2 It was a photograph. Of me. I was standing outside the Savannah post office in my old blue raincoat, holding my father’s lunch bag. I remembered that coat. I had given it away three years ago.
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PART 2 Lorraine’s scream echoed off the glass incubators.