“Mommy said there would be pancakes.” My entire chest feels like it’s being stabbed over and over again. With every beat of my heart, it only prolongs the pain. I look back down at Elena before glancing back over my shoulder. “Okay, baby. Just…turn around and count to one hundred, and I’ll get you some pancakes, okay?” “But daddy, I don’t know how to count to one hundred.” “That’s okay, babygirl, just turn around and count as high as you can.” I’ve been hanging on by a thread named Elena, and now she’s gone. I hold my angel to my chest and wait for Caroline to reach ten before I put the gun to
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