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Rainfall on Unmarked Graves
Topic Started: Jun 3 2013, 10:07 PM (757 Views)
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Marie Hansen shoved her palm against her mouth as if to smother the horrified moans escaping her. The beginnings of the fruit salad she had made each year for Independence Day lay forgotten on the kitchen counter as the reporter droned on. She sagged back against the counter, tears running unchecked down her cheeks as the news ticker continued to scroll across the bottom of the screen. This couldn't be happening. Not now. Not again. She couldn't do this again.

The sound of someone knocking at the front door caught her attention. On a sort of autopilot, Marie walked over and opened the door. She attempted to wipe her eyes and get herself under control until she was who was on the other side. The sight of Ray Dawson standing on her front step pushed her fragile control over the edge.

With a hysterical sob, she leaned forward to grasp Ray's elbow. They couldn't do this again. She couldn't do this again.
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The beating of Ray's heart under her ear made the whole thing worse. The steady throb of life: young, strong, and full of potential.

She had thought that after all they had gone through, all that had been sacrificed, this would never have happened again. That the loss of her Annaliese would have been enough to appease God. And for a time, it had been so.

Against her better judgment, she and Edgar had even let Abby go on the Senior Trip this year, the first one held since Ray and Annaliese went. Both Abby and Aric had reasoned that it was safe. After all, there had been no other attacks in all that time. The threat was over. Gone. If the surviving teacher who chaperoned last time was willing to go again, shouldn't the Hansens have the same faith and allow Abby to go?

And they had. The trip had come and gone without incident, despite her gnawing worries. But now, another group was missing. Another community was mourning the loss of their best and brightest. Wouldn't it ever be enough? Wouldn't they ever be safe again?
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