ONE

She walked into the cold, damp room and he knew. He didn't know how he knew but he just did. She was his daughter, he felt it in his bones. Her wet matted hair stuck to her face in chunks, tears stained her cheeks. She wiped her fists over her face to try to move the hair out of her vision. Bruises littered her eyes. She was only 6 years old and Mila had already been through enough to last her two lifetimes.

(Pre TWS, TWS)