Prologue

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A Prayer to a Mother, A Prayer to a Friend.

Why? Oh why didn't I push her to report it while she still breathed? She could have recollected with her son and spent a life in peace, not in pain till her last breath.

My friend, I feel like I have wronged you in the most terrible way. Why did you push it under the mat and say it's fine? It wasn't. We both knew it too and I did nothing. Oh Cara why must I be sent as your messenger to repeat the most unfortunate words I had relayed onto me? These words will surely break him like they did me. Your son does not deserve this Cara, you did not deserve this! But I must, and I shall tell your son no matter how many tears fall like small rivers running.

I will forever miss you and love you, my friend, Cara.

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First chapter up, sorry it's short. If you find any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know :)

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