Weeks went by, months, almost a full year and I didn't see her, didn't see my beautiful daughter, didn't hug her, didn't kiss her, she had slipped within my grasp and I couldn't do anything about it because I was miles and miles away from my daughter.
"Sir? We found her" a voice spoke and I look up as my eyes begin to fill up, a sliver of hope coursing through my veins. Sitting in this police station I waited hours, what felt like days waiting for a result, anything that could help me find my daughter.
"Is she...okay?" I spoke softly, folding my hands in my lap.
The officer doesn't answer, instead her head sags as she hands me a thick piece of paper, not saying another word.
The paper trembled inside my fingers and I don't speak, I wait second's, minutes, before peeking at that single sheet of paper within my hands.
She was okay right? Please God let her be okay....
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John Crashaw-
Travis Crashaw-
Two murderers....one girl...endless time...
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