These days, five years later, I catch myself thinking about those simple, naive dreams that you infected me with. Dreams of a home, of a family, of a future so bright – I thought it could all be possible. Be the person better than my mother, with a person better than my father, and having a daughter, named Solana, the name you picked her, and giving her the life she deserved. To see happiness in her.

But she doesn’t exist, she’s gone, and so are you. I’m left here all alone to think about it before I pull myself out. There’s no time for daydreams that won’t come true now.

• Lana Harper the Red Wolf
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