“Why would you take her doll?!” The thought of Saoirse alone in the dirt without the one thing that brought her comfort had me shaking. “Because we can never forget,” she cried softly, still holding the doll out for me. “Because she should be remembered. Now, and always.” My lip trembled, my eyes slowly blinking as I beheld the doll. I finally lifted my hand, taking the doll from her.
