He was gone. She knew that, but part of her wanted to believe that if she really tried, she would find him again. She would walk to the ends of the Earth just to get him back. She despised sitting alone in the dark empty apartment, his bedroom door shut tight, no light slipping through the cracks of the door. She missed her father more than anything in the world.
Claire washed the dishes, in a mix of soapy water and tears, staring out the window at the world around her small home. She knew he didn't leave her on purpose. He had to be out there somewhere. She just had to try her best to find him.All Rights Reserved