I sat on the plane, reflecting as I watched the world rush oleh below, so much smaller than it seemed when anda were down there, part of it.
Three years ago, I'd just been visiting eropa with my mom, Renee; she wanted to "see the sights" before she married Phil and settled down. We'd not been there long, maybe a few days, when it happened. It was dark, and we'd gone out to see the city - I could never remember where, exactly - at night... It'd been the last thing we'd done together. All I could clearly remember from that night was the fear, the terror, the screaming... the pain. I shuddered away...
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