PHOTO PROMPT © Anne Higa
The second I took the photograph, it was the last one I would ever take. The Tower of Pisa was my intended subject, but found myself staring at the man in the black top hat. The man who had disappeared from my life twenty years before and the man who we all had assumed was dead. The man who whose blood covered the house and whose car had been stolen and wrecked. I was certain it was him as soon as we locked eyes. Jase knew I would never confront him because he knew it was my fault he disappeared.
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