Shifting her glance to the side of the chair, she noticed a small green suitcase.

This was the same

small green suitcase that her brother had carried out the door to never be seen again. She

wondered how something so insignificant could contain a wave of memories to wash over her

almost drowning her with the emotions it held. She then saw her father comforting her mother as

she struggled to contain her soft sobs. Abby didn't know why she couldn't cry. No matter how

suffocating the silence in the room was, not a single tear drop fell to her cheek.