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It’s like someone destroyed the book that told our story, but our story isn’t finished. And it’s not going to be, because Abby is gone.” Kaitlyn closed her eyes, willing herself not to cry, and then sat down.
    Someone whispered, “I understand.”
    Another said, “So do I.”
    Margaret nodded to a muscular man in his twenties, sitting next to Kaitlyn, to go next.
    “I’m Tate Green.” He glanced at Kaitlyn before speaking to the entire group. “I also lost a sister to Evan and Devan Lucas. I was in college in Illinois when Darla went missing. She was seventeen-years-old and should have been enjoying the hell out of her senior year of high school. Instead, she got herself addicted to meth. The cops told me Darla had been turning tricks at a truck stop to get money to buy methamphetamine when she disappeared. Thanks to two teenage psychopaths, they found her body in another county at the bottom of a ravine. And where was I? On a football scholarship, I was playing big man on campus while my little sister was selling herself to truck drivers to feed a drug habit I didn’t know she had.” He ran a hand through his thick blond hair and sighed.
    “I was Darla’s big brother. I was supposed to look after my little sister, and I failed miserably. I came home some weekends and I knew something was going on with Darla, but she wouldn’t talk to me about it. I didn’t force the issue. I was too wrapped up in my own life. Now every time I think of how I failed her, I want to puke. You see, our mother was addicted to pain pills, and more times than not we’d find her passed out on the living room sofa. She gave my sister no supervision or guidance. I knew this, and yet I left for a college hours away and lived on campus. Darla had no one. What kind of a brother leaves his little sister like that?”
    Kaitlyn’s eyes clouded and she looked down at her hands in her lap. He was in so much emotional pain. She was very familiar with that kind of sorrow. It was like someone had your heart in his hand and was squeezing it like a boa constrictor.
    Tate Green, his face flushed with anger, had more to say. “But you know what pisses me off the most? It’s bad enough to lose my little sister, but to see the bastards that killed her get off so easy makes me insane. They’re both dead. That means we’ll never attend their trial and find out exactly what they did to Darla and the others. That means we won’t be doing a sigh of relief in unison in court when they got convicted. And if their sentence was life in prison, we won’t have the pleasure of fighting against their release at each of their parole meetings. It’s not fair. I wish they were both alive, so I could torture them like they did their victims. I’d do it so slowly that they’d beg me to end their worthless lives.” Kaitlyn placed her hand lightly on his wrist, and he stopped talking as he crossed his arms across his chest. She looked around and noticed that several people were nodding their heads in agreement. Could she blame them? Hadn’t she, too, wanted the men who killed Abby to suffer?
    Margaret leaned forward to look at him. Her brown eyes held warmth and empathy. “Thank you, Tate, for telling your story.”
    Kaitlyn glanced at the woman seated next to him. She seemed to be a woman who had stopped caring about her appearance. Wearing a worn pink cardigan over a T-shirt and faded jeans, she had long, graying hair and deep creases around her eyes and mouth.
    “Guess it’s my turn to talk. I’m Charity Cassity. My eighteen-year-old daughter, Sara, was stolen from me by those bastards.” Looking down for a moment, she brushed a strand of hair from her eyes. “Sara was a good baby and I had a lot of dreams for her. But life got in the way. Sara’s father left a couple of weeks after she was born. Jobs were scarce and I had no family to run home to. We were barely surviving when I contacted Child Services to help me find Sara’s father, but he’d