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It had been a normal day, the last day Kerttu saw Jennie. One morning, she had left, and never returned. That was all. No last words, no goodbye. Just Kerttu waking up alone as she always did, for Jennie kept much earlier hours than she, then coming home to a house still empty. She had not worried so much then. It wasn’t by any means usual, but it had happened once or twice before. Then the second day dawned, and the third, and the fourth, and the fifth, and the sixth, and the seventh. Time kept passing without her. Somewhere along the way, in those bleak subsequent months so full of anguish, Kerttu gave up hope. Jennie was either dead or else had abandoned her. Either way, she had something to grieve. She’d miss her. That feeling was one that she didn’t think would ever stop.