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Leah

Sunday, November 19th, 1989
Lucy missing 7 weeks, 2 days

Ever since the full moon party I keep having the same dream. I’m headed down a long, blacktopped road—it’s almost dusk and I’ve never been on this road before—and it feels like I’m floating above the road, hovering just beneath the tree line. I want to know what’s down the road, it’s like I’m being pulled, so I keep going. I pass a small white church, then a rickety farm house with a faded red barn that slants toward a rusty barbed wire fence. I pass an old one-room schoolhouse that’s been boarded up, and then the road slopes down to reveal a wide, open valley. My stomach drops as I coast down the hill until the road climbs up again, threading through a canopy of thick trees. It’s almost dark when I reach a long, red-dirt drive to the right. I stop and try and go down that road but I wake up each time before I can, and even though I don’t see Lucy in my dream, I know it’s her. She’s trying to show me something.