This chapter is dedicated to Yay! This was her idea. Jamie finding out about Wade's job preference. I was reading through the story on my computer again when I remembered her suggestion. I figured I could write one last chapter.
I hope you guys enjoy!
She gazed quietly at the photo albums in the living room. She was old enough to stay alone, even though she was never really truly alone, at the base.
The album was open at a picture she had drew once, stick figures. It had been her first day of school. Back then she had never really been too concerned with what her dad did for a living. He was her dad and had taken care of him.
Now, as a seventeen-year old girl, it was coming to her finally. It was has hard to realize. It was even harder to really consider. Her childlike and caring father was a merciless killer. He had more blood on his hands than ran through her veins. He killed without thought and enjoyed it.
A tear fell onto the picture.
Sometimes it was easier sticking to the childlike visions she had of her father. It made accepting him easier.