“They never found her. She comes in my nightmares and asks me to find her. I’ve been trying to make him tell me where she is, but until recently he wouldn’t even admit she existed.”
He looks in the drawer and his eyes widen before he reaches in and takes it.
And the memory hits him as hard as it routinely does in his night terrors.
He drops the card holder, spilling cards onto the floor. As he comes blinking out of the memory, shaking faintly, he looks down at them, then crouches and starts gathering them up like he just spilled a pouch of precious jewels. This time, when he touches them, nothing happens and his hand grows more confident with each one he gathers.
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He looks in the drawer and his eyes widen before he reaches in and takes it.
And the memory hits him as hard as it routinely does in his night terrors.
He drops the card holder, spilling cards onto the floor. As he comes blinking out of the memory, shaking faintly, he looks down at them, then crouches and starts gathering them up like he just spilled a pouch of precious jewels. This time, when he touches them, nothing happens and his hand grows more confident with each one he gathers.