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Rosabel reluctantly followed Matron Helen into the cold, stone cellar at the bottom of the orphanage. The only things in the cellar were a few chairs, a cupboard and a small table. Rosabel glanced quickly at the thick steel rod into Matron Helen's hand then kept her eyes on her socks. She knew what was coming. Suddenly, she felt a fat hand twist her arm and a segundo later she felt the cold sting of the metal rod smacking her skin. It happened nineteen madami times and each time Rosabel screamed for help, even though she was sure that no one could hear her. Eventually, Matron Helen stopped beating...

The susunod week, Brooke called her father, she told him she didn’t feel good and wasn’t coming in to work that day. She had no idea what was wrong with her. She felt fine the other day; now all of a sudden she was regurgitating. She kept thinking of what it could be, “This doesn’t make sense. No one around me is or was sick. What could it... wait a minute... it couldn’t be.” She drove down to the store. When she came back, she went into the bathroom and closed the door. About half an oras later, she came back out with a shocked look on her face, “Oh my goodness.” She started to...

Once Jackie had gotten them back to Michael's house, he waved goodbye and drove off, them waving at him. Once he was out of sight, they walked back into the house, Michael holding Aislinn up. She was so dead from walking and running so much that her legs gave out on her for an hour. "I'm so sorry I'm making you carry me, Michael." She apologized. He chuckled. "It's no problem, Aislinn. Don't worry about it." He realized when he first picked her up that she was as light as he was, maybe even lighter. 'Maybe she's gone days without eating...' Michael thought to himself. 'I've done that before,...