Emmi ran downstairs, her neon pink bow illuminating the way.
"Hey, sweetheart!" I kissed her head, trying not to mess up her bow. Emmi was found exactly one month ago, and it feels as though we have finally gotten over the excitement. Life is back to normal. Emmi still has night terrors, and she is terrified of going into the basement, for understandable reasons. For a ten year old, however, my daughter is the strongest victim I know of. I am pregnant with twin girls, Quinn and Juliette, who are due February 17, 2018. Only a month and a half away. The Butlers are back to normal. That is, as normal as a family who vlogs their entire life can get.
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Seven | Part Three of Goodbye, Emmi
FanfictionAfter Emmi disappears, we thought life would be unbearable. After Emmi was found, we thought life would be perfect. That's never the case.
