The night before it happened, I was sitting behind my twelve-year-old daughter, brushing hair that reached almost to her waist.
Sophie had always loved her hair.
It was thick, brown and slightly wavy at the ends.
The night before it happened, I was sitting behind my twelve-year-old daughter, brushing hair that reached almost to her waist.
Sophie had always loved her hair.
It was thick, brown and slightly wavy at the ends.