Six years ago,
"I am sorry that I have to leave like this," Annabelle's face was filled with Sadness as she gently caressed the baby's cheek and her eyes turned glassy with unshed tears. "I have to leave you because if I stay, you and your papa will be in danger."
Annabelle cradling a baby barely a month old. On her face was a bitter smile and behind it were any emotions she tried hard to suppress. The weather took a turn as it started raining heavily. The one beautiful night with a full moon and many stars now looked so gloomy as if sharing in her pain.
The baby stirred, then stretched ever so lazily followed by a toothless yawn. Her little fisted hands raised adorably, earning a smile from its mother.
