Growing Up: A Sims 3 Tale
Prologue
It's Just Us Now
Bryton stepped back after gently setting the phone back down. He desperately tried not to cry. He did not believe it. He did not want to believe a single word of it. He wanted to believe that it was some kind of sick joke. He wanted to believe that any moment now his daughter would sweep through that front door on her husband's arm. He wanted to believe that they were still alive.
But even as much as he wanted to, he knew these things will never come to pass, because he knew every word was the truth. His twenty-three year old daughter was dead. They both were dead. They were never coming back.
Bryton turned to face the high chair behind him where is two year old granddaughter was seated. She had wide grey eyes and long wavy blond hair (just like her mother's) and was wearing a blue dress with slightly puff sleeves and a tiny apron with matching white boots. She smiled at him.
Bryton lifted her into his arms and hugged her tiny form to his chest. "It's just us now, little Sky." She was all that he had left. He was all that she had left. Stroking the tiny girl's hair, he walked over to the rocking chair and sat down, rocking back and forth a slow motion. So many questions cropped up, none of which he knew the answers to. Would Sky even remember her mother? Her father? Would he be able to handle raising her in her parents' stead?
Yes, none of these questions could be answered, but Bryton knew one thing. He had to be there for his granddaughter. They needed each other. He needed her more than she needs him, perhaps. But he will do his best to ensure that she's well cared for and safe.
That's the one thing he knew for sure…