I turned around and walked out of that house of horrors.
Two days later, Savannah San Sebastian met her Maker.
As she roasts on the spit of hell, I wonder if she found that million dollars fanned the flames and doubled the heat of her eternal punishment.
My little girl is still out there.
Somewhere.
Perhaps someday, I will find her.
Until then, I pray that whoever has my little girl loves her and treats her like the princess I believe she is.
I pray she's has a happy life.
But knowing my prayers bounce off the ceiling and line the floor like newspapers in a bird's cage, I rather doubt it.
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Love Songs: The Wrong Note - A Collection of Short Stories
General FictionA second volume of short stories in the Love Songs collection. Many of the stories in this collection focus on the theme of love and how it sometimes goes wrong. A large collection of stories that run the gamut from humorous to tragic. 1. Love Songs...
