⸻ ❛𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒!❜
Rory Hargrove is obsessed to uncover the truth behind Barbara Holland's disappearance, while facing her brother's enemy and buried secrets from...
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SWEET SUN RAYS KISSING HER SOFT AND DELICATE SKIN and brightening her fine blond hair. Her childish laughter mingled with the sweet and cheerful laughs of the adults whose voices echoed through the beautiful horizon of the garden.
A golden aura in sepia tones adorned the warm ambiance of nature – a new world for a child to discover. Her feet were so small, they seemed insignificant in that vast garden. The aroma of flowers and fresh grass seemed like a novelty.
She turned her face, seeking security in the faces of her parents, who cheerfully encouraged her to run through the grass and dirt paths, to try to catch butterflies and pick some small camellias and dandelions along the way.
The memory was painted with a hazy vision, but it didn't stop her from seeing the outline of her parents' bright smiles – that small woman with long, wavy blond hair, next to a man with strong arms who lifted her up easily, making her feel the wind pass through her small body, as if she were flying. Those two adults were her home, the ones who made her feel safe, capable of protecting with love such a small and defenseless being like her.
She felt peace, excitement. A primal peace, one that had been stolen from her. A strong home, one that only lies and deceit could destroy – that honest and innocent home.
Like dandelion petals in the wind, those memories had been blown from her mind, but never from her heart.
A strong jolt hit her chest, burning it, making it hard to breathe.
It was longing, terrorizing her heart, which her blood pumped strongly, rushing through her veins until it reached her head — resting on Steve's bent legs.
As if she were underwater, she heard her name being called from afar by a sweet voice that carried the personification of peace. As if underwater — she saw the blurred face of the boy staring at her.
At that moment, the longing growing in her chest turned into rage. A blind rage, radiating incomprehension.
Rage that her home had been destroyed. Rage that came out of her body in the form of rapid breathing. Her eyes looked around, wide and glassy. She looked, but didn't see. At least, she no longer saw the faces of those adults, whom her heart whispered were her parents.
The rage was replaced by confusion.
She furrowed her brow in despair. Who were those people, after all? The ones she called mom and dad? The ones she missed and felt anger toward for being cruelly taken from, and for whom she would kill anyone who had destroyed her home?
