The Light
“My love, sit back and sleep.” Besides her was him, Henry. Her love. His beautiful brown eyes were brimming with warmth as he watched her. He was driving, she knew this moment far too well. She had been running from it for months; from the day they died. Clare in her bright purple snow jacket and green booties, tapped her fingers on the window behind them. It was that damn jacket that killed her baby, no it was her stupidity for pushing them to go to play in the snow one last time. There had been an out of season snowfall and with Daphne being due soon she had wanted to spend some time outside with her family before the baby came. Henry looking away from the road, right now was all it would take for a truck to appear out of no where and they would just disappear from the road. It took t
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