More Than Once
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"You're not going to do it, are you?"
"Do what?"
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Skye always had people to hold her hand when things got rough. But when one of those people left, they all did.
Her father died of cancer recently.
Her sister couldn't handle it and moved to England.
Her mother suffered the loss of her husband daughter and turned to alcohol.
No one is left to hold Skye's hand.
Until someone came and took her far away where she could forget about all of it. But the pain isn't over yet...
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