Chapter 14. Fathers, be good to your daughters

[thebestseller]

Promise was my daughter.

She was here for months. My daughter was here, I spoke to her and had no idea who she was. No idea.

Now she's gone.

[There's a long pause.]

I really, really don't know how to feel about that.

Comments

[bloody-pens.livejournal.com]

No lake with a pink sea monster.

'course, we don't know if that's normal in my world, either.

[live_ringer]

True.

I guess so. I usually tend to go by what feels weird/unbelievable as hell regarding that sort of thing.

[bloody-pens.livejournal.com]

Strangely, I don't find it to be too weird. Guess that says a lot about where I come from. Or at least about who I am.