She walked into the cold, damp room and he knew. He didn't know how he knew but he just did. She was his daughter, he felt it in his bones. Her wet matted hair stuck to her face in chunks, tears stained her cheeks. She wiped her fists over her face...
I have created a spotify playlist for this story. If you want to check it out here it is. I listen to this playlist when I write and a lot of these songs relate to Mila and her story!
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