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Chapter Two
Lucy got a small grave in the background the next morning as Mom and Dad had gathered us girls to a family meeting.
I had to break the news about Lucy to my sisters. Lynn and Luan didn't understand while Luna and Leni were understandingly upset.
They wanted Lucy to replace the hole that came when Lincoln had been taken from us. No we never wanted him replaced, not at all.
It was, at the time, just that none of us could step into Lincoln's room without wondering where he was at the moment.
And we wondered a lot.
It wasn't until nine months after Lincoln's disappearance that we got another set of news.
Mom and Dad decided to no longer have anymore children. Having just turned nine at the time, I could read that what happened to Lincoln was still hurting them.
I was furious at first for not getting another brother or sister before a thought of Lincoln not being around to see them had came to my mind and stayed there.
Nine was also the age where I discovered my hobbies of photography and painting. All I really did was take a picture of Lincoln's Blarney toy and started to paint it on a blank piece of paper that I had taken accidentally during Dad's Take Your Children To Work Day event from the week before.
I just couldn't help myself but paint until Mom's camera died, sticking out my tongue the entire time.
It wasn't until the camera had died that I had forgotten that I was in Lincoln's room, staring at the race car bed and a shelf filled with books and a package of training pants in one of his dresser drawers.
He had been potty training at the time of his disappearance as I wondered if he at least got trained by his kidnapper to use a toilet despite the heartache he or she left us.
We all discovered our hobbies at the age of nine in hopes of coping without our baby brother.
However, since his first year, we always made sure to let the public know of him and find him if they were lucky by telling about him and singing.
By year five we had ditched Blarney songs which had made it three songs and kept one.
Constant as the stars up above
Always know that you are loved
And our love shining in you
Will help you make your dreams come true
Will help your dreams come true
You get the idea. Luna even made a cover of the original song for her Eyetube channel a few years back and people could recognize the heartbreak in her voice towards the end.
We honestly forgot where we got it from originally but it was a hope song for us in the hopes of finding Lincoln.
And it stayed that way for eight years. Until the day we found him.
Sorta found him.
It was more along the lines of him finding us.
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Like I stated back in the prologue, it was raining when we found our Linky on the front steps with rain soaking him to the bone.
But it didn't happen quickly.
Mom and Dad had both gone to work that morning, leaving us girls alone for a few hours.
Rain had soaked Lynn and Luan's plans of soccer and a outdoor birthday party that had to be rescheduled for a later time so they were disappointed.
Luna was practicing for a gig that she would play with her girlfriend Sam in the upcoming week upstairs but carefully so she wouldn't get us in trouble with our grumpy next door neighbor Mr. Grouse.
I had just finished texting my boyfriend Bobby who had to get to work as Leni watched the television.
At first I thought the knocking had come from the show Leni was watching but she had laughed and shook her head.
The knocking had gotten louder until Lynn got sick of it and ran towards the door.
"What do you want?!" Lynn yelled as the rest of us, minus Luna, came behind her to see what was going on.
"You look like the singing girls in my dreams," a mellow voice muttered, looking at us with Lincoln's familiar blue eyes.
We thought that it couldn't be our Linky for a few moments as most boys in Royal Woods had blue eyes until Lynn had invited him in, not wanting the boy to catch his death on her account.
The boy seemed to wonder if we were vaulters with how we were looking at him before I stepped back.
His hair. The piece of it was sticking up in the air just like Lincoln's had done years before.
And it was snow like. Just like Lincoln's had been.
No. It couldn't be.
Our Linky but nine years older than he had been when he had been taken?
It looked like it was him.
The only questions that lay now in my mind were if the boy in front of us really was Lincoln and how did he find us.