“Dad, we’ve got to go. They’re ready for her now.”
Harry turned round slowly, and his daughter’s face fell when she saw what he clutched in his hands.
“I can’t,” he said. “I can’t do this.”
Giselle gently tugged the picture out of his gnarled hands, and smiled down at it.
“You can, Dad. You have to. Besides, she’ll always be with us in here.” She put her hand over his heart, and smiled.
It was her mother’s smile, and Harry shook his head, as his grief hit him anew.
“I can’t live without her,” he said.
“Yes, you must.”
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