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Abigail didn't pay attention to Lincoln Green's reaction and continued on her own.
"I was eighteen when they confined me to a village in the suburbs, treating me like a pig, beating me and feeding me. Of course, they fattened me up like a pig too. Actually, I knew their intention. They wanted the child in my belly but didn't want me to live."
"Abigail, stop talking!" Lincoln Green cried out in pain.
Abigail smiled at him slightly. Words were really limited in what they could convey.
Those desperate, sorrowful, and dark days, the parts that were spoken about, were the least significant. But the person in front of her could no longer bear it.
What about the person who had actually gone through all of this?
Immersed in Abigail Green's memories, Abigail felt as if she had merged with her.
