He heard so much about his actions that night over the past fifteen years that he became numb to his wife’s ugly remarks. I was fourteen and you were what? Twenty five? Twenty seven? Ha!” She scoffed, “I thought I was special, turns out you just like them young.” I should’ve known something was wrong with you when we got together. “Yeah,” he muttered, “they want to do interviews and you don’t. “Did you hear what I said?” Annabelle shouted as she entered the den and sat next to him. He turned his attention from the game, a blank stare plastered across his face. If we agree to interviews those assholes would ask questions…questions that will peak someone’s interest, then they’ll….GREGORY!” They are already making tag lines to market our loss! I say no! What’s in the past is in the past. The fifteen year anniversary of the missing fifteen year old girl. They want to do some damn interview about Angel’s disappearance. Gregory Atwater sat in his armchair mindlessly watching a football game, the images of the T.V. “For the last time, NO!” Annabelle Atwater screamed into the phone, “I know the importance and significance of today but we are not doing any interviews, we have grieved and put it behind us!” She slammed the phone down onto the base.
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