The secret life of Abigail Jones

Prologue

 Secrets. My life is made of secrets, since the day I was born I have been surrounded by never ending secrets. When I was one and two my parents were here. Then, they were gone, they were alive, but always gone. Since the age of three my mother and father had to go on "business trips". I know you might not think much of it now, but they were always on business trips. That's not even the strangest part, that all started when I was just five years old. 

I was not even in school at the time, not that it mattered, since I am home schooled I have a very movable schedule. I had already moved from my grandmothers, to my uncles and then back to my grandmothers. I was playing at the creek in my grandmother's small field when I realized that I had no idea what my parents jobs were. Before that, I never really thought about it. I just assumed it was some boring job. I thought about them a lot and I thought about how much I missed them but, never their job. After all, I only get to see them three months in a year, usually I only get to see them 5 days a month or so before they leave for another "business trip". After that it became my mission to find out. And it was a much harder task then I thought it would be. I asked my parents a couple of times when they came to visit, but they never told me. They said it was boring and I would not be interested, then quickly they changed the subject. Next, I asked my grandma, my grandpa, my uncle, my aunt, and even my great aunt Betsy who has not seen me since I was one. None of them gave me an answer, they always did the same thing my parents did, some were better liars. Eventually, I gave up trying to figure it out, until now, six years after I gave up. Here is the deal, Three months ago they were supposed to visit, they missed that visit and then the visit after that.  Sadly, its not that surprising that they did not come these past three months, what worries me is that they did not even say that they weren't coming. Normally, if my mother and father cannot make it, they send a letter, a email or even sometimes a text with a sloppy excuse of why they could not make the time to spend a day with their daughter that they have not seen in 3 months. But that time, they were silent. My grandma says that it's fine but I think we both know it's not. Something was wrong and we both knew it. It felt practically impossible to figure out why they are missing, luckily I got my first clue.   

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