“Lena Goldren, please hold,” The red lights flashed up at me from the telephone. I put down my glasses and shuffled through my paperwork. When I found the yellow envalope I picked the phone back up.
“Yes, I have it. Do you want me to. . . yes I’ll mke sure to do that,” I hung up the phone and rubbed my tired eyes. The clock read 2:18. I had to get home to Abbigail.

Ten years ago! He and his crime happened ten years ago today I thought silently. I now lived in Manhatten, married to my second husband(not counting the fiance’). I had an seven year old daughter and a wonderful job. But yet the prospect of ten years ago haunted me like a shadow.
My son would be thirteen today I thought silently, and pierce of grief hitting my heart.

“Mommy!” I hugged her and her little pink backpack as I came into the house. Abbigail, was so precious. Her big olive eyes and peppy attitude. I loved her so much. I would protect her from anything.