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It had been thirty-three days since Abby had come home, eighty-two days since she’d vanished out her front door, caught in the grip of a living nightmare that had torn her family apart. Eric had been wonderful, attentive, worried, and watchful ever since she’d come home. Every night, when she woke up drenched in sweat, choking and gasping for air, he held her. He told her over and over again that she was safe, she was okay, he wasn’t going anywhere, and she relaxed. The nightmare, too, eased, and it crept up on her now less frequently.
“Whose turn is it to speak next?” Dr. Rick Blaney said to everyone in the circle of the women’s support group. He wore the striped sweater and expensive gold watch he always wore. A prominent psychiatrist for the wealthy, he still volunteered his time a
