Glancing at the one picture I have of my husband I wonder if he is in hell. But then again if he is then that means Indigo will go too for killing him. Turning my head back to the lawyer sitting across from me I debate the notion yet again on what to do, should indigo be put into a position in which she could die, let her die or not let her die. Sign the papers, or yell at the lawyer to leave my daughters childhood hell-hole. If only I had noticed... Looking up at the lawyer I open my mouth to ask a very important question. "So... where do I sign?"
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Historia CortaIs reality really reality or just a dream? Nobody knows, someday we make wake up from this dream and realize reality was something we were hiding from.
