PROLOGUE

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Annelise

             The last time I drove down this road, I was eleven. I was with my mom; the car was packed to the brim. I remember being asleep for most of the drive and waking up to the sound of waves and the sun on my skin. I remember being so excited going down the exact road I'm on now. Seeing the beach and all the trees, the people, and the houses. Hearing the waves and the laughter, as well as all the voices. I remember rolling the car window down and feeling the wind on my face and smelling the saltiness in the air. I remember turning to my mom and seeing her lit golden by the sun. I remember seeing a huge smile on her face and remember feeling her hand on mine. I remember being so happy to be in the place I called home, Bar Harbor, and so excited to see my mammie.

But then again, this isn't like the last time or any other time before it.

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