Fighter

Chapter 12

She was laying on the couch, wrapped in a hand knit throw that had been made by Camille, a forgotten cup of coffee sat below her, when he came through the door. The tv was on some old movie, but she wasn't paying much attention to it. "Hi. You're home early?" She raised an eyebrow at him, pushing herself up so that she was sitting. "Gave the unit an early start to their night." He said bringing the takeout bag over to the couch and handing her one, before taking his seat in the old leather layZboy  chair. "Thank you." She said, opening up the Chinese container.
They ate in silence as the movie played. Rather, he ate, and she picked at it. Two movies had played through, and Erin's food still sat barely eaten, as she napped on the couch. Voight cleared the containers and tucked the blanket, making sure she was fully covered, before heading into his home office. Whenever he was feeling nolsstalgic, he'd pull out the old wooden box holding all of their family photos, home movies and such.
He smiled at the first family photo he had after Erin had come to live with them. Her dark teen phase, she stood next to Justin, with a small scowl on her face. All plaid skirt, ripped tights and choppy hair. Reminding him how hard it had been at first, during the rebellious phase. The second one he pulled out, had been only months in difference. It was one of them at the CPD picnic, a real smile had taken over the sour look she had in the last one, and he couldn't help but smile at how far she had come in those short months. There were First Day of School photos of her and Justin standing on the steps outside. Some of her and Camille working out in the garden, and so on. He felt a tear roll down his face, at the thought of his late wife. Deep down, he was terrified that Erin was about to face the same fate, but he'd never let anyone know that aside from Al. It was true, she was a fighter, but some things were a challenge for even the toughest ones.