Tuesday, April 5, 11.00 P.M.
Adele stood over Allie's crib,watching her baby breathe. I'd cut off my arm before I'd hurt you. But what if I am losing it again? What if I did something to you? 'Adele?' Darren whispered from behind her and she stiffened. 'You were snoring,' she lied, injecting a smile into her voice. He wrapped his arms around her waist. 'You haven't been yourself. What's wrong, honey?' He hesitated. 'Are you sick?' Yes. Yes. Yes. `No,' she soothed.'Nothing like that.' 'Then what?' he persisted. 'Is there. Is there someone else?' Stunned, Adele turned to stare up at him. 'No. Oh my God, no. Darren ... no.' He shuddered out a relieved breath. 'I was so scared. Please tell me what's wrong.' Adele opened her mouth, trying to find the words, when a light caught her eye. On the street. A car. Black. It slowed to a crawl as it passed her house ... And she was there. Back there. She was twelve years old and it hurt. God, it hurt. Tell a soul and you'll die. No one will believe you anyway. The car slowed to a crawl and the door opened and she was pushed out. Into the dirt. She curled up in a ball and cried. She cried. But nobody came. Nobody helped. Nobody believed. 'Adele?' Darren's hands were on her upper arms, squeezing hard. 'What is it?' Adele looked out the window. The street was dark. Deserted. Had the car even been there? She burrowed her head into his chest. 'Don't leave me.' 'I won't.' Darren rocked her where they stood. 'I'll never leave you.' ---------------------------
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