Genevieve:
"Dad?" I called out to him, but he didn't turn around. Confusion struck me as I continued to follow him to the gate.
"Dad!" Now that I knew the guards would see him, I rushed in his way, and it was then that I got to see what he was truly holding. It was a plain white dress, but not just any dress; it used to be my mother's. His eyes were fixed in space, and his steps were slow and heavy.
"I will keep you safe. I'll take you away from here, and you will live," his face barely moved, his lips hardly forming words, yet I could hear him talk clearly. He was talking to himself, repeating the same phrases over and over again.
"I'll keep you safe." As he approached me, I placed my hands on his shoulders and stopped him.
"Dad!" I felt a pang of sadness because instant realization
