Stephanie's Story: It's Not Your Time Yet But Soon (Paperback)
Ships from Warehouse
I told her "I'm sorry baby, daddy can't fix it." Her eyes were black and her face swollen from the trauma. I leaned over and kissed her gently on the forehead, and slowly let her fingers slip from my grasp, letting go of my world, and turned and left. Damn the doctors, Damn the world, Damn God.