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Abigail zipped her bag up, struggling with how full it was. She swore it wasn’t this difficult when she’d packed it to come here. Having to sit on it a couple of times, it finally closed all the way. With her luggage and purse waiting for her, Abigail took one last look around her old bedroom, the room her grandparents set aside for her and Sara all those years earlier.
“Knock, knock. Can I take your bags for you, Abbie?” Charlie poked his head inside the door. He walked up to the bed and picked up her bag by its handles. “I sure wish you weren’t leaving. I swear I haven’t seen Sara this happy in years; she’s loved having you here.”
She didn’t need the guilt trip. “And I’ve loved being here, Charlie. I don’t want to leave, believe me. But my life is in DC now. You understand, don’t y
