Last weeks Chapter
He stood in his bedroom and stared at the blank walls. It had been two years since he was last here. He closed his eyes remembered that last Sunday morning. The sun shining through the window, his wife’s smile as he pushed back a strand of hair from her face. The tilt of her head. The glint in her eyes.
The sudden interruption as their kids burst through the door to join them. He dared a smile as the memory played in slow motion.
Had it really been two years?
Two years since he and his family had been murdered.
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