Rosalie's POV (Parisa's Mother)
Today was not a good day. I had many emotions running through my head as I tried to prepare lunch for my family. Parisa has been gone for over 11 years and the storm last night blew my memories to the forefront of my mind.
I sat in her room again last night as heard the rain pittering on the window. That same window that my oldest daughter was taken. The dark shadow that withdrew from the room and the footprint left on the windowsill haunts me every storm and every birthday. Pictures that Parisa had drawn just the day before my birthday flew around the room in my visions. Wet papers, ruined cards, markers dripping their ink into the carpet. I saved it all. All of them sat in a box on her desk, where she sat for hours to make them.
Jack found and rescued
