“Carol? It’s me.”
Oh wait, we’re actually getting to hear this? I would’ve liked to hear Carol’s reaction too, but still, hell yes.
Her face burned with shame. She made her way to her room and began packing her things into a gym bag.
Oh, never mind, guess it was just that line.
Clothes, toiletries, and other things, mementos. A small scrapbook, a memory card filled with pictures of her, her cousins and her sister. She found a pad of post-it notes and scribbled out a few words.
Are you still thinking about leaving the Dallons?
I’m sorry it took me so long to help Mark.
Good bye. I love you all,
Amy.
She wouldn’t be coming back.
Aww.
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