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Candy Apples
thirty - one;
Mrs. Watson sits staring into distance of her home, wrapped in the arms of her husband recounting the events of the last hours she saw her daughter before her disappearance.
Sweaty and her skin pale and clammy, she feels like a corpse. She remembers Christina as a child; playful, mischievous and Mrs. Watson dry heaves.
She falls out of her chair at the officers feet, her husband clutching her as she goes down, "Find her, find her please."
Sweaty and her skin pale and clammy, she feels like a corpse. She remembers Christina as a child; playful, mischievous and Mrs. Watson dry heaves.
She falls out of her chair at the officers feet, her husband clutching her as she goes down, "Find her, find her please."
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There'll be a warning on the next chapter. Don't read if sexual abuse triggers you. I slightly triggered myself to be honest, but it fits the mood of the story at this point. Everything will start to make sense by the next chapter also.