Prue rubbed Siggy’s back as she sat on the ottoman beside her. She stared at the two empty squares that hung on the wall in front of them. The simple but unique decorations around the room were a gallery of Siggy’s personality and creativity. From the butterfly carvings on the bed frame to the sci-fi chair that no one could sit on, she had built it all with her own hands.
“It’s sad, Siggy, but you have to move on,” said Prue. “Jess’s baby will meet loving parents just like I did when I was born.”
“But what if she doesn’t get that?” cried Siggy.
“Stay positive.”
“She abandoned her. She discarded her just like that.”
Prue blinked twice, observing her friend’s devastated reaction. As the sobbing girl brought her face to her hands, Prue found her grief unusual. She would have never accuse
