As Abigail headed to her bedroom after dinner, she couldn't help wondering who Genevieve's guest was.
And who was the Jamal she mentioned? Was the guest related or connected to Dawn? Or was it Genevieve's own person?
Now she wanted to know everyone Genevieve knew by virtue of being Dawn since she knew that whoever was connected to Dawn, was connected to her.
Abigail exhaled as she sat on her bed and picked up her laptop from the top of her nightstand.
With a few swift keystrokes, she navigated to a hidden folder buried beneath layers of other l files. This was where she had been documenting everything she knew so far— every cryptic message, every strange occurrence, every fragment of memory that had started returning.
Her last entry was her mother's name— Kimberly Moore.
Days ago it had occurred to her that she wasn't getting answers because she going about it all the wrong way.