IRIS
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My name is Iris Stapp. My father disappeared on my fourteenth birthday, and since then, I had been searching for answers or clues that could possibly reveal his disappearance. When my father disappeared, so did all of his stuff, which drove police to conclude that he ran away and just abandoned me like most dads did during that time. About a year later, his car was found in the Colorado river by an anonymous source who refused to give their identity. This eerie discovery spiked the investigation up once again and leading... no where, once again and dragging my emotions through the dirt, once again. Five years later, after living with my Aunt and Uncle for the remainder of my ruined childhood, I moved back to Tucson, AZ where I grew up, to attend the University of Arizona for a masters degree in Astronomy, Aerospace engineering, and Computer Engineering, following after my daddy's footsteps. Along with that, I finally gained access to my father's Will, once he was presumed dead, due to a cold case. Within the Will, my father left me our old home in Tucson, AZ, all of the money left in all of his accounts, and a key to his safety deposit box. Following this safety deposit box, was a clue hinting to my father's disappearance. Each clue I received led me to another to find out what happened to my father after all those years. What I discovered, changed my life forever...
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Sure I don't remember his face , but why do I seem to sense him everywhere I go. At college, at parties, at home. I have to be imaging all of this, but it all feels so real. Sure I can't remember him but, every word he speaks can be heard so clearly and every touch placed on my skin can be felt for years after. Tw: -cursing -underage drinking -stalking -drug use -panic attacks -mentions of blood -murder

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