Chapter 18

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Jane sat on her bed, still in shock. After a few minutes of sitting there numbly, she picked up her sketchbook and began drawing a man. She had always loved to draw; it was something she and her dad had in common. Once the picture began to take shape, she realized she had been subconsciously drawing her father, whom she hadn't seen in a year. 

And then she remembered. 

She didn't want to remember. 

But she did.

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