After I had managed to calm Abbie down, we began retracing her steps to search for the house deed.Deep down, I was scared.It wasn't possible that she had simply forgotten where she kept it. The document was too important. Too valuable. And judging from the state of her room, if it had been here, we should have found it by now.I kept those thoughts to myself.There was no need to make her panic even more.We started with the clothes scattered across the floor. We picked them up one after another, shaking them carefully, even though we both knew there was no way a house deed could somehow be trapped between a pair of jeans and an old sweater.Still, we looked.We checked inside empty bags, beneath the bed, between stacks of books, and inside drawers that held nothing except old notebooks and dried pens.As the piles on the floor slowly disappeared, so did my hope.Abbie was growing more frantic by the second. Her hands shook whenever she reached for something. Her breathing became un
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