Chapter Forty-five>"Hazel was my sister, my little sister.” I took in a deep breath, Elsa’s eyes were staring deeply into mine, I was opening up to her, I have never opened up to anyone, I’ve never had to explain why I do the things I do to anyone, I’ve never had to be vulnerable to anyone, and yet, here I was, talking about what happened for the first time in fifteen years, from the first time since it happened, I shouldn’t be having this feeling but a part of me knew I could trust her, a part of me felt like I could let my guard down, just this once, and so I did.“Was?” Elsa’s voice went soft and low, almost unhearable, but I heard her, clearly and I nodded.“She was nine and I was fourteen , she was an artist and she had doe shaped eyes and asthma.” Just like you, I wanted to say, the clear picture of Hazel was back into my head. “They took her, she was a kid but they took her.”Elsa’s eyes went from bright to sad in seconds “Who?”DECEMBER 09 2008 (IRELAND)“Come on, Ha
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