When I heard the dogs barking. I knew. It was an odd time to be getting company. I peeked out the window and my throat constricted at the sight of the two uniforms approaching.
I opened the door and the look in their eyes confirmed my fear. I don’t remember much after that. There was a loud scream and my husband ran to me. He picked me up off the floor and carried me to the sofa.
“It’s your daughter”, I finally heard one of them say.
Their voices were muffled.
“Her roommate found her, a needle in her arm.”
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
We lost another one this week. 28 years old. I knew her parents when I was married to my first husband. She was a little girl the last time I saw her, about 4 years old. She grew up and now she’s dead. Please someone, make it stop!
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