On this day, Annabelle Kindig's 11th birthday, life could not get any better. Her party had exceeded expectations and now she was walking her good friend half way home five blocks while reminiscing. The girls had the giggles despite the cold weather and snow they trudged through. When the motor home pulled alongside them they laughed as they acknowledged to each other they had seen the driver earlier and it was a man, dressed as a woman in a wig. Their entertainment at that moment never allowed for a red flag or for a moment of concern.
Annabelle and Jessica never knew they were at a fork in the road as the motor home eased to the curb. Their next steps would forever change their lives and it would not be until Annabelle was fifty, that the entire story would be known and told. This is because the events of that day were not the story but the beginning of a journey; to heal and become whole.