Sara
My mother always told me that you were a ghost, a bad memory. He said that you ran away, that you abandoned us. I grew up with that story, watching it unravel, but I was never so naïve as to believe it. Now, here you are. You are no longer a ghost, but a stranger.
About Sara
My mother always told me that you were a ghost, a bad memory. He said that you ran away, that you abandoned us. I grew up with that story, watching it unravel, but I was never so naïve as to believe it. Now, here you are. You are no longer a ghost, but a stranger.