Abigail’s Second Life

Scarlett was ecstatic. She took her phone out with excitement and said, "I'll call Josh and tell him to get everything prepared."

"There's not-"

Scarlett had left happily before Abigail could finish. She sighed. Fine. She can do what she wants.

Lawrence approached Abigail. Lovingly, he said, "You can go back to work if you have to. Your mother and I can take care of Analise. It's fine."

"I'm not that busy," Abigail answered. She was a little uneasy toward Lawrence and Scarlett's passionate attitude, but Analise would leave the hospital the next day. She didn't have to face these people anymore, and she was looking forward to it.

Sean knew what she was thinking, and he finally let go of his obsession, though just a bit. She equally refuses everyone who's hurt her.

The meeting with Gary was arranged to be at noon the next day. Gary said he wanted to see Analise, so Analise, who had left the hospital, came back for the visit, too. Gary was still in the ICU, so the visitors got changed before they went in.

Abigail noticed that Lawrence and Scarlett weren't looking as cheerful as before. They looked at Gary, their eyes red. Patricia was there as well. She held Gary's hand tightly, shedding tears in silence. Noticing something, Abigail pursed her lips. Lawrence and Scarlett looked at her expectantly, and she slowly approached Gary.

"Abby..." Gary said quietly, his eyes filled with tears. "I've missed you."

but when Gary said her name, something touched

could maybe see you one day, spend

breath, but his breathing sounded like a piece of wood that was about to crack. "I'm sorry. I'm really

blamed you. Any

eyes, but he no longer had the chance to make things up to the one family member he owed the most. Abigail didn't blame him at

love sitting on my shoulders. I remember those times. You'd tell me to keep running ahead. We went to zoos, amusement parks..." Abigail

before he looked at Patricia. "G-Give it to

she knew it would make Gary feel worse. Patricia took out a patterned rosewood box from the cabinet. The four corners of the box were decorated with gold. It looked nice. Patricia gave the box to Abigail. Hoarsely,

what caught her eye were the little toys on the papers. Most were trinkets. Some were made of plastic, but some

your neck... for years... This lock was left behind... on the day... you went

Lawrence called out,

getting erratic. She said,

They hurt Abby! Abby, promise me you will go home. You must go home! You must... go..." Gary tried to

His eyes were wide open, but the ECG was

"Dad!"

"Gary!"

"Grandpa!"

ensued. Abigail held the golden lock tightly. She opened her mouth, but she couldn't make a sound. Suddenly, something flashed in

the box and held her in