abigail woodman

When Abby broke the circle and picked up some of Barty's old things to travel back home, she was in a sort of daze. On the beach, back on the main island, Abby fell to her knees and cried happy tears. She screamed to the wind and the sea, her voice carrying over choppy waters and late afternoon...

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