Prologue 2...lol

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Tom enjoyed those first few years. He had money, Tina had a baby, and Father Reilly had something to talk about on Easter Sunday mass. Unfortunately, all good things must end, and by the time that Cadhla was old enough to join Montessori, Tina had lost interest, her time and energy focused on a new 6 to 8 job. Tom had found a night shift job and slept all day.
Father Reilly was dead.

It was only natural that Cadhla, as she grew up, became a fiercely independent girl, having been left to her own devices for the majority of her life. She didn't have many friends at school, preferring the company of her own thoughts.

Things changed when Cadhla turned five and was first enrolled into St Kinnera's National School. She soon learned that her living situation was not the norm compared to her school mates, but was able to realise that while her life was strange, it was steady. Unchanging.
Safe.

Life was good.

Or more exactly, life was good until Tom started gambling. Soon all the money the O'Clery's had saved was gone. Times were rough and Tom O'Clery remembered where he got his daughter.

He knew what he had to do.
Tina knew what her husband was going to do.
Father Reilly didn't know anything.
Cause he was dead.

A/N

I know this is really short, but continuing a story after adding a bad joke is hard. Tomorrow I will add a much longer chapter, I swear. I'm trying to work out schedules and stuff, this is my first time ever showing people other than my family my work.
Commenting, voting, or even just giving this a read really motivates me. Even if this goes nowhere, hopefully it will give me the motivation to try again, and again, and again.   I will never stop writing,
But you could help me write more.

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