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"I am going to Todd's," I say. "Stay away from the bank," my dad says. "Yeah, yeah." I push the door along the trim so I do not break the glass. Last winter, he hit me with a horse crop for letting the door slam. The January cold blows in my face as I climb over the large snow pile that rests in front of the door. I prance across the street to Roy and Mary Stewart's house. Todd's grandmother answers the door and invites me into the kitchen. "What are you baking?" I ask. "Would you like some?" "Do you even need to ask?" I reply with a smile. As I eat the cookies, Mary tells me about another memory of my mom. I heed to her every word, gesture, and pause so I can remember it later. It warms my heart to hear her talk about my mom in such a loving, caring manner. I visit the Stewarts even when Todd is not visiting. It is my home away from home. They have been helping me with my aching heart. This might be the reason why I have not seen Todd in quite a while. I scour for Midnight. She has been a loyal companion since my mom died. Me and Midnight play on the bank all the time. She is familiar with the area, but I am not. Midnight disappeared a week ago. My dad suspects she was killed by a car. I will not believe it until I see it with my own eyes.
Midnight Part 1
