“Kaz, please answer me.” He tried calling out to his daughter through the pack link. “Please show me a sign that you’re really here! That you’re okay.”
He had been trying for months now in terms of making attempted contact with Kazmiyah, hoping against hope that she would answer him. At this point in his life, with so much loss suffered he desperately needed to know that there was a chance of his daughter being alive.
He was beginning to lose his mind over it all. Even beginning to think that maybe she was dead after all. That maybe she fell victim to some sick form of grave robbery.
He knew this was just a far-fetched cry of paranoia and frustration because his gut told him that Kazmiyah was definitely still alive. He could feel it; as if his soul, in some way was conn
