[His only confirmation to that question at first is a mute nod as she continues to try to do away with the bloody memory, trying to not cry again. Funny, she had forgotten what he had looked like exactly...]
... He was taken away... [In the worst way possible, the same way her first father was. Except she was fortunate enough to never have to see his dead body.]
[Febuary 20th - Evening]
... He was taken away... [In the worst way possible, the same way her first father was. Except she was fortunate enough to never have to see his dead body.]