Dad comes home.
"Angel," He says, hugging me.
He breaks away
to tell me
what I already knew.
"I'm sorry.
What a rotten time for me to be gone."
I know he's been worried about me.
He's called almost every day.
"I'm okay, Dad."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
He reaches down,
unzips his suitcase,
and pulls out a bag.
"I brought you some perfume.
They say Paris makes the best, you know."
I take it out of the bag.
A shiny, gold sun
caps the bottle.
I unscrew the sun
and take a whiff.
"I figured you could use a little sunshine about now," He tells me.
I hug him again.
"Thanks, Dad.
I'm glad you're home."
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I Heart You, You Haunt Me.
Mystery / Thriller~I did NOT make this book. I am just posting this for people who want to read this book, without having to buy the real book. All credit goes to Lisa Schröder~ ------------------------------ Ava can't see or touch him, unless she's dreaming. She can...
