"I remember that day like nothing else." Iris Teller said looking out the window with a slow deep breath, she remembered exactly what happened so long ago, as she was remember the good old days and reading her torn journal, she fell off her chair and the memories came rolling back like a film on a projector.
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The Journal
SpiritualThe year, 1961, the hip years people would say, but for 15 year old Iris, it's far from that when she is kidnapped and all she can live on is a prayer.
