MAGGIE'S POV
I felt a strange feeling as opened the cottage front door. This is the same feeling that I felt the same day that Becca died.
When I mastered courage and stepped in, that is when I was greeted by the pages of the book that was to save us. The papers were scattered all over the place.
"Ronnie?" I called her name as I looked around and that is when I saw her body. I couldn't help but move closer.
Her corpse was missing that soul-spark that made her a person, yet once she had been. Once she had laughed, played, been loved. There was a day she was born, a day she learned how to walk. There was a day she spoke herr first word. Perhaps she danced and loved music. Perhaps she was fond of sweet foods and exciting movies. Whomever they were, I hope that Ronnie had good times and
