He’d asked her to wait for him, and she did. Close your eyes and you’ll find me in your heart, he’d said. And she sat by the door every evening counting sunsets, hoping one of those will bring her father back on the last ray of hope. And she’d hope again the next day, with the first ray of the Sun. And she’d hope till the Sun rose and fell. But her father was no Sun. He wouldn’t rise again. He fell. Once. And it had been enough for him. His last words asked to keep her in the dark. The man’s last words were to be respected, even if spoken in a fit of desperate madness. He thought she couldn’t take it.
But she knew. Missy’s revenge had been taken.
