Jul 31, 2017
The face was her mothers, standing across the street from Jo, and looking very much alive. But Jo wasn’t convinced it was really her mother. There was no telling what sort of monsters or creatures might have stolen the face before they came through, and Jo couldn’t take the chance, couldn’t let the hope swelling in her chest lead her to dropping her guard too soon. She approached the figure cautiously. “Mom?” She questioned, keeping enough of a distance that she could run if things turned south.
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