9
THINGS THAT CHANGE A MAN
Lieutenant Harris sat at his desk back at the precinct, his gaze was squarely upon a picture of a middle-aged lady, standing next to her was a young girl. He reached out picking the picture up, bringing it closer to his face. “Francis, how I’ve missed you.” A faint smile crossed his lips. “After Christy died, we were never the same. I remember it like it was yesterday, some memories never fade, they only make you see the world for what it truly is.”
It was Thanksgiving day, cold and snowing, Christy was on her college break making her way home. While Harris and his wife Francis were home cooking the turkey and all the fixings. They were both ecstatic that their daughter was coming home for the holidays. It had been half a year since the last time they had seen
