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She entered into the house and walked through the
hallways, touching one
item or another, seeing things familiar and yet not. It had been years since she had been here but it was almost exactly as she remembered it, save for the redecorations Sara must have made during the years she had lived here with her daughter. Marrissa. The woman inhaled slowly and stopped when she came to a picture on a shelf. It was of Marrissa, a redhead she was sure was 'Sam' and the closest friend Marrissa had, and of Sara, all together and laughing at whoever was taking the picture, arms around each other. Marrissa Morgan. Sole survivor. Sole reason she was here....... |
