Undeniably, Sarah was the spring to my winter. I surely held her more dear than any mother has ever held a daughter, you know that, Peter. She melted the snow on my heart like you never could and I'm sorry I'm so sorry. I did love you but what you became that night has consumed you. You're a monster and this pain has hit me like thousands of gunshots that you've only poured salt in to relish in my agony.
Sarah was enchanted with that river and she loved it more than anything, as much as I loved her and you never let me tell you what happened that day. This worst night and day of my life was so beautiful. So paradoxical, Sarah's smile beamed and her six-year-old legs ran faster and jumped higher than I'd ever seen on our way to the banks to picnic
I kept up, though, while the sky churned. Peter, you should've seen these clouds they were positively mesmerizing the deepest purple and pregnant with raindrops that would cut me like daggers. The sky slammed me out of th