She was back to herself in just a few days. I am sure she called her boss and told him she wouldn't go to Atlanta anymore. She was a good worker for them, so I knew that they would do ok by her. I started getting back to myself.

Abby was the love of my life. She was eight now and there was one thing that was evident. She wasn't mine.

She was beautiful, but she had brown eyes. mine are blue and Abigail's are hazel, almost green. Also, her hair is chestnut brown almost black, whereas mine is reddish-blond and Abigail's is light brown.

She was just the opposite...