Coming Home

Prolouge

© Copyright sumsumsunshine, 2015

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Special thanks to my mom for helping me write this story, especially in those days when I had writers block... Thank you to my family for believing in me, but most of all special thanks to my husband for helping me finish this story! He is the love of my life  Your support means the world to me! I love you all!

Coming Home

[Prologue]

Today

Breathing heavily, she ran hard. Her lungs burned, her legs ached, and she badly wanted to stop running. She wanted to catch her breath, but she couldn't.

He might catch up and she couldn't let that happen. No, she was not going anywhere with him; no matter how stubborn and frustrated he was. She would still refuse!

Author's note:

Hi there :) Thank you for reading my story. Feel free to comment, vote and share this story. It's my first time publishing something... Some friends of mine convinced me that I should do it, and so here I go :) Please feel free to show me my mistakes or if you think that this story needs to change. But do this nicely. Anything you want to tell me, do so :) Thank you sooo much!!