His final gift
Chapter 1 prologue
Two lines... no it can't be it must be false positive
I pick it up greeting it as an old friend, the marks it made reminding me of all I have lost.
Mamma to papa's drunken rage
My big sister to the dark side
My baby sister to an abusive husband
My best friend … who couldn't stand raising her daughter in poverty
Sirius
My little girl, my star
I press the cool shiny metal on my wrist. As I remember him...the love of my life, no you can't do this mea not now, you promised him. My hand finds the chain around my neck... his wedding band. I remember his smile, his voice, the way his nose scrunched up whenever he laughed, and I realize, that these two lines aren't a curse they are a gift … his last gif to me.
