No. I wasn't there. I was back in Gladstone, Pennsylvania, and I was twelve years old. Two state troopers were in the driveway, with a white car parked . . . and swiftly they were striding to interrupt a birthday party to tell us all that Daddy was dead. Killed in an accident on Greenfield Highway.
"Chris! Chris!" I screamed, terrified he might have gone.
"I'm here. I'm coming. I knew you'd need me.
"Chris! Chris!" I screamed, terrified he might have gone.
"I'm here. I'm coming. I knew you'd need me.
( V.C. Andrews )
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