Suppressed Memories
I banged on the door.
I tightly gripped my gun and opened the door and scanned the room, and saw Harper sitting by the window with her earphones on. I hid my gun and strolled to her. She wiped her tears and looked up at me, closing her phone.
“Hey kiddo,” I tried to smile.
“Hey,” she got up, “Is something wrong?”
“Come here,” I hugged her, “I know you miss, James.”
“I do,” she cried, “But I was watching some I*******m stories of Faith. I miss her so much.”
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