"She peeled back the corner of the curtain next to the door to see who it was. To her surprise, there was nobody there. She was just about to turn around and head back to her room when a small yellow envelope caught her eye."
"It looked like some kind of self-made puzzle. Abigail was not particularly fond of puzzle building, but at this moment, she ignored her childhood hatred for the activity."
"As the pieces fit together one-by-one, Abigail began holding her breath. Hoping that her eyes were deceiving her, she moved the last few pieces into place."
"No, it can’t be.”, Abigail whispered to herself. She shook her head, hoping that the shaking would somehow change what she saw.
"She did not know what to do with this information, should she tell him? She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs, but she knew that not even the loudest and most desperate scream could change what she saw in front of her."