“Hello, daughter,” Dahlia said. “Or should I say… vessel .”
And somewhere in the rearview mirror, a little girl with dirty pigtails waved goodbye. shattered memories cheryl
The janitor shook his head slowly. “The crash was the story you told yourself. The truth is worse. You were never his daughter. Not by blood. You were… born of a prayer and a nightmare. And when the prayer failed, the nightmare came looking for you.” “Hello, daughter,” Dahlia said