She held her hand out knowing that if she thought hard enough the butterfly would land on her fingers. Sometimes she did it for birds and she could see if they were hurt and fix them. When she turned back, her father was getting on his horse. He grabbed the reins of her little paint pony and urged the animals up the side of the bank. Then she'd raced along the soft grass screaming.
Daddy come back.
Wait for me. Watching the scene play out, Sorann wanted to run after her younger self and warn her of what she saw. Behind her a man came up and just as she turned he put a big burlap sack over her head. She crashed to the ground fighting as several men pulled off her shoes and then tore off her bright new yellow dress. Inside the bag it was dark and smelly.