For the first time in ages, I pray - not just pretend praying with my head bowed and my eyes closed while I think about boys or school work or anything else - but real, sincere prayer.
I’ve forgotten how to do this, but it doesn’t really matter.
It comes straight from my heart - a desperate plea, an outpouring of love and wishes of goodwill. I fill my mind with the memory of Gabby’s beautiful face, a face so familiar but now so distant, the closest thing I’ve ever had to a mother or a sister. My family. I focus on her grace, her kindness, and her unwavering belief in the power of goodness. And I envision Michael - his stern, handsome expression, his strength and steadfastness, his loyalty. I pray that they are both safe, wherever they are, and that I will see them soon.
Before I know it
