"Abby." She felt his hand gently touching her shoulder. "Mom was murdered." "Charley!" Abby screamed, shooting off her chair. "Charley, what are you saying?" Her lips were spread thin in panic. "Abby, I can tell you no more now, except that my father is a very dangerous man. For now we could all be in danger."
Her body was weak from giving birth. Her soul was fragile, wishing desperately that she could hold her baby, but she had not even been allowed to see her baby. Under the influence of drugs, she could vaguely remember a baby crying, and then the sound of her baby being whisked away from her. Forever.
"Abby." She felt his hand gently touching her shoulder. "Mom was murdered.""Charley!" Abby screamed, shooting off her chair. "Charley, what are you saying?" Her lips were spread thin in panic.
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