I Caught a Biker Carrying My Unconscious Daughter Out of a Party at 2am

to her bed every night.

Emma looked up when Frank walked in. Her eyes changed. Something came back into them that had been missing for a week.

Frank sat down on the coffee table in front of her. He opened the album on her lap.

“This was my daughter,” he said. “She was about your age in most of these.”

Emma looked at the first photo for a long time.

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