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forward, he took one of the flyers from the table and studied it. He remembered when the photo had been taken, it had been only a few weeks before she left. It was taken at their cabin, the one he had had built just for her. It was one of the few places she had been truly happy at. I know I shouldn’t even care, after all, she was the one who left US, but God I do I miss her… he suddenly thought, a lump rising in his throat. In the picture she was smiling, her long hair blowing in her face. She was leaning against the back deck rails, a spectacular view of the mountains in the background.

“I’ve always loved that picture, it’s one of the best ever taken of her.” Jocelyn said quietly.

Looking around the room, he thought about how she had put all her money and time in her search for her only child. The furniture needed to be replaced, along with the worn carpet, and he had noticed that the outside of the house needed to be painted. “Jocelyn, please, l would like to help you out. I know your search has been hard on you, financially, and I would like to…”

His word were cut off as she shot him a withering glare and said, “I don’t care about the money, I just want my child back, safe at home. So if that’s all you came to tell me, I need to get to bed, I’m putting up flyers in Tennessee tomorrow.”

Without another word, he nodded his head, then got up and left.

                                                     Chapter 3

“Amy, why don’t you come and sit with me?” Karen said softly as she got on her knees and looked underneath the table. She could clearly see the frightened little girl, her head down, with her small arms wrapped around her legs.

“Ms. Karen, she’s a freak, she’s been under the table alllll day long.” Danny Mitchell, the class clown/tormenter said, causing several of the children to laugh.

Turning, Karen gave the little red headed boy a look of reproach. Pointing to an area where children were painting, she said in a stern voice, “Go, Danny! I don’t need any help from the popcorn stand, alright?”

The little boy looked as if he was about to say something more, but spotting someone else he could torment, he shrugged his shoulders, then turned and ran off.

Deciding she would have to win the child’s trust, she crawled under the table and laid on her stomach, resting her elbows on the floor and putting her chin in her hands, close to the little girl, but careful to stay out of the child’s personal space. “You know, it’s Ok to be afraid. When I first came here I was really afraid, someone had hurt me too, but the nuns and the other people were so nice, they would talk to me even when I wanted to be left alone. They told me they would take care of me, and little by little, I felt safe. And I want you to feel safe too.”

The little girl didn’t react, just remained motionless, head bent downwards, her eyes hidden by her long hair.

“Can we be friends, Amy?” she asked softly.

A slight shrug was her only reply, and she smiled to herself. Deciding not to push the girl any further, she looked around and said in a confidential tone, “You know, I can see why you like it under here. Why don’t we hang out here for a while , it can be our little place, until you’re ready to make friends with the others.” Turning, she grabbed two coloring books and a big box of crayons she had brought along, hoping to lure the child out, and placed them at her feet. She then opened one herself and began coloring.

Her heart soared when the little girl lifted her head shyly, saw what she was doing, then laid on her stomach as well, and began coloring.
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Brett stood watching Karen interact with the child, amazed by her patience. Women like her were meant to be mothers, because of their loving and nurturing nature. Maybe someday …… he thought, but knew,