p r o l o g u e
A happy life. Sunshine, smiles… who doesn’t want that? A warm smile, hugs and kisses…
Where did it all go?
“Annie, come here a minute, sweetheart!”
Fifteen minutes.
“Yes, Dad?”
That’s all it took.
“What’s that knife for, Dad?”
Maybe if I would’ve been stronger…. If he was sober….
“Stop squirming, Annie. It’ll hurt less.”
“London Psychiatric Center, how may I help?”
“I-It’s my daughter. I just came home and I saw her cutting herself—”
