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forgot.” She waved over her shoulder as her multi-colored skirt swished around her ankles and her five-inch sandal’s clicked on the pavement.
    One of the things Cat had going for her was her sense of fashion. Sara wished she could be so free spirited and throw caution to the wind where her wardrobe was concerned. Except Cat didn’t just throw her outfits together. She had an uncanny sense of what would and wouldn’t work and the finished product was not only stylish, but uniquely Catherine. One day Sara expected to see Cat’s fashions parading down the runways in New York. Sara intended to be front and center, cheering on her friend.
    Sara waved when Cat honked as her convertible went by, top down. She slowed briefly before pulling into traffic.
    Sara took off her jacket and laid it in the back seat of her car. Once behind the wheel, she hesitated. She didn’t want to go home. The big house felt as if it had grown larger over the last two days, if that were possible. Sitting there alone was more than depressing. Where could she go, though? In the months since Jason’s death and Kaycee’s disappearance, she’d gone to the country club a few times as a diversion. It hadn’t helped much before and she doubted it would help now, especially since her picture had been plastered on the front page of the paper. More than likely, she’d be the center of gossip that would be disguised as concern.
    Without consciously thinking about it, she turned the car in the opposite direction Cat had gone. The day was beautiful and a drive would do her good. However, twenty minutes later she found herself at the Riverbend Memorial Cemetery. They’d found a baby in Jason’s grave, and even though Sara knew all the way to the depths of her soul the baby wasn’t Kaycee, she felt the need to at least say a prayer where the infant had been lain. It might not be any comfort to the dead baby, but saying a prayer would certainly help Sara.
    As usual, she didn’t look toward the graves, instead concentrating on the narrow road that eventually passed Jason’s gravesite. She parked and climbed out of the car, hugging her purse to her chest, the big one with room for Kaycee’s bunny. She’d often take it out and caress it after she’d placed fresh flowers on Jason’s grave, as if the simple action made the three of them a family again. The old adage about not appreciating what you have until you lose it was more than true. Once she’d given birth, Sara thought her world couldn’t be more perfect. And it had been. Until a month later when her world turned upside down. Anguish over her missing daughter ate at her every waking minute of every day. Sara functioned, but just barely. At times, only her determination to find Kaycee kept her going.
    She would never give up, never stop looking, never accept her child had been buried in Jason’s grave. Not without positive proof.
    Partway up the small incline, she glanced toward the grave and came to an abrupt halt. The large mound of dirt on the other side of the open hole brought back the prior day’s nightmare. She took the remaining steps to the side of the grave. Gripping her purse even tighter, she closed her eyes and said a fervent prayer for the mysterious baby as well as Kaycee and Jason. She allowed tears to stream down her cheeks, crying for the loss of an innocent child. Whoever had buried the baby must have had their reasons, but she couldn’t imagine what. Everyone deserved a decent burial.
    Finally, unable to bear the anguish any longer, she dried her eyes and took a step back from the opening. Suddenly, someone grabbed her from behind, spun her around, and nearly threw her off her feet. She screamed.
    “Whoa there, little lady.”
    Foul breath assaulted her. Even worse was the stench of his clothes. The man had blood shot eyes and the few teeth he still had were yellow. His straggly muddy brown hair hung past the tattered shirt collar. She’d been exposed to drunks, but