“He wanted Marie’s pin.”
“Her pin? Why?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t have the pin, but you did. Don’t you remember?”
I suddenly felt dizzy, a wave of the memory returning.
I was running through the woods, my breathing coming in shallow gasps. I held the pin clutched in my hand, my small, chubby fingers pressed against it. It fell off her when I escaped. I grabbed it because I wanted to bring it home. It didn’t belong to her. Mom liked to wear pins, too. I remembered what she told me about keeping them closed. I stopped running, glancing behind me to make sure they weren’t following.
I was running through the woods, my breathing coming in shallow gasps. I held the pin clutched in my hand, my small, chubby fingers pressed against it. It fell off her when I escaped. I grabbed it because I wa
