I Shared A Room With Abigail

Abigail Winters had died 75 years before we met. She was seven, like me, and she liked dolls and needlepoint and wearing pretty ribbons in her hair. I didn’t like any of those things, but I liked Abigail all the same. My family had lived in the large Victorian house at 23 Grofford’s Field Lane... Continue Reading →

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