It was Maylee"s photograph. Of course it was Maylee"s photograph. The very picture that rode through four states on the seat next to her, strapped in like a real human being. The same picture that Maylee herself had handed to Autumn on her 17th birthday. The same portrait that Autumn had had printed onto missing person fliers and plastered on every bulletin board she could find. It was Autumn"s favorite picture of Maylee. Now the original was clutched in the fingers of a man who had never even met her, dropped and shattered - it was the story of Maylee"s life.
Of course it was Maylee"s photograph.Autumn"s stomach jumped into her throat and then fell back down full force causing her knees to buckle. Slowly, she lowered her body to the floor and sat proper on her knees. She gently took the
