Donahue
I couldn't think, couldn't even feel anything. Shouldn't my heart be broken? Shouldn't I feel anger or grieve? Is there something so wrong with me that I can't even feel a glimmer of anything? All I feel is empty, so empty that there is nothing to be broken. I don't cry as I look at her lifeless body, as I feel it go cold in my arms. I don't feel anything as I touch her cheek and run my hands over the blood still running from her eyes and nose. I never thought for a second that this is how it will all turn out, that she would be broken in my arms. I kept thinking that we would have time, time to find a way to get her strong enough to fight her way out of here without her powers, to save herself and her daughter. Never did I imagine my father would do this, be this reckless and kil
