The night before it happened, I was sitting behind my twelve-year-old daughter, brushing hair that reached almost to her waist.
Sophie had always loved her hair.
It was thick, brown and slightly wavy at the ends.
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The night before it happened, I was sitting behind my twelve-year-old daughter, brushing hair that reached almost to her waist.
Sophie had always loved her hair.
It was thick, brown and slightly wavy at the ends.
My Coffin’s Narrow View “She won’t need it anymore,” Daniel’s voice droned through the thin crack of light, his hand hovering over the gold…