CHAPTER 25: SANDRA

I remembered it. I remembered it like it was yesterday. Every detail was etched into my mind, and when I let myself remember – like now – it played out like an old movie strip. The memories were cracked, a little fuzzy in some places, and sometimes the sound went, but I still remembered. I still knew. I knew it all.

“We'd been out for a girls night. It wasn't anything unusual. Once or twice a month, Mom insisted we had some girl time, and we headed for dinner and a movie, maybe some shopping. It was our time where we caught up on life. We talked boys, music, clothes. Everything.”

“It sounds like you were close.”

“We were.” A small smile graced my lips. “She was my best friend.”

“Tell me about her.”

“Everyone says I look like her, but I don't think so. Mom was beautiful. Sure, we had the same hair and the same green eyes, but she had this inner goodness that radiated out of her. She was always happy and smiling, always ready to lend a hand. She worked at a local youth center with young