Standing in the middle of their kitchen, Amy looked through the side door window. The driveway was empty. You didn’t even say goodbye, Amy thought. How could you leave me here alone with the baby and your mother? She listened to the sound of the football game coming from the living room. This is all wrong. What are you doing, Patrick?
Amy thought of Mary…
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