far... far... away

her life stopped.
motion was paused.
colorful happy days shift to monochrome tears and condolences from strangers

The mourge said that dad just simply had a stroke from working too much. but Thalia was confused. this didn't add up. it became more odd when she found an old note. written years ago in her father's desk.
"dearest Thalia. I wish I had more time to explain.. but all will unfold. I promise. just trust me one more time. after my funeral my an escort will arrive to take you to him"

so Thalia, with nothing but as all suit case, a backpack, the letter from her father, a few photos of her once life got into a black car driven by a man with black eyes.
took a deep breath into shakey lungs. And told herself everything would be okay. even though she knew that was bullshit.
"for you daddy"