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The Vanishing: Chapter Fifteen
What the Eyes Cannot See
Chapter Fifteen:
The dreams come full force some nights, dreams that quickly turn to nightmares or maybe they are memories of the nights that changed my life, not once but twice, the night Rachel went missing and the day I was shot. The first took my breath away, and stole a part of my family. The second took my legs away, but the first was far harder. I’d wake up in the morning my eyes adjusting to what I could not see, the face of Rachel, the sister I had not seen in nearly six years.
The mornings that I woke up from the dreams that made me feel as if Rachel was only an arms links away were the hardest. It was those days I often called Esther just to hear the voice of my oldest sister, or called Bobe or Mom just to hear their words of wisdom. Bobe’s stories from the past, stories of surviving the impossible, and Mom’s gentle ways. I could read a lot in the words they said and when we were face to face, I knew their were things our eyes could not see, they could not see the face of a loved one, gone years before, long ago images yes, but not a current face.
Rachel would be an adult now. Would she look even more like Mom than she had the last time we saw her. Was she hurting, had what she endured changed her on the inside and out?
