I shouldn’t have left her, I know; but I was young and frightened. I didn’t know what to do. The tree had her, and had almost had me, and I ran as fast as I could until I couldn’t run any more, and then I hid. By the time I had the courage to make my way home, it was dark and far too late to save Millie.
So, now, I never leave the house, and she’s out there in the woods where we don’t go, and we don’t talk about her or the tree she’s become a part of.
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