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Thank you all for the encouragement, and for sticking with the story even through its darker moments. I never knew how much I needed to tell a story like this. I never knew how much I needed to tell a story in general. In some ways, I am finding myself right along with so many of these characters. My trauma is different, but many of the effects feel similar. Thank you for making me feel less unwanted! Much love!

Never in Daniel’s career had he found himself torn in so many directions. What remained of his small field team was converging on Charles Miller's home following Special Agent Fisher’s update over the radio. It had been only minutes between the arrival of the Buick and the declaration of a capture, a death, and the rescue of two more children. He desperately needed more information. He looked around Carl Jenkins' living room. Juan had called a lawyer, one man, yet there were now five pe

He has, and you did.

I hated this back story. I didn’t want to write it. I wanted Stanley and the twins to be happy together. I hate the man calling himself William and the predators he represents. Stan, apart from being mortally naive was a dedicated light in his corner of the world. He simply lacked the knowledge and means to make a difference in the way the world dictates. He needed a Roger Cicero before buying the boys he loved.

Please don’t!

Yeah that wasn’t written very clearly. Thanks for catching it! Indeed. I cleaned up that sentence. Thank you both!

Daniel Janick looked around the basement. It was relatively clean, despite being old and unfinished. There was a small open bathroom space, recently added which consisted of a toilet, sink, and shower. There were no walls or doors in the small open space, just stone walls, a concrete floor, and a grid of support beams holding up the modest home above. His eyes came to rest on Juan who was on his knees trying to comfort and engage the traumatized boy they had literally stumbled upon. The

This made me laugh, which I needed. Writing it now, but it’s hard to see what I’m typing through the tears.

This is a big chapter for several storylines. The story is the biggest scope I’ve ever attempted. I am glad it is keeping you engaged!

Good question! Some days I wonder the same thing. Thanks for reading and responding!

I can't kill him off, because I look forward to your ever growing list of poetic adjectives!

Wednesday, June 22nd, 1992 Melissa set the paper aside and wiped away her tears after reading Samantha’s story a second time. She had been caught off guard but excited by the early morning call from Samantha James suggesting they meet for breakfast. Melissa had quickly agreed, throwing out the first place that came to mind. She hadn’t known what to expect from the intoxicating woman, but the article before her was truly a surprise. This is beautiful and heartbreaking, Samantha,” M

Welcome! I’m pretty new as well. Glad you’re you, and glad you’re here!

Thank you for sharing. What a beautiful example of chosen family!

When we focus on the needs of others (human or not), we often find that our own are met in return. Thank you for sharing, my friend. Give Frida and Missy some extra love from me!