44 Blueberry Hill, Tuesday Night
It had been a long weekend with the mass chaos and the attacks. She was sore and bruised and there was too much on her mind.
She had gone up to the attic after dinner and soon found herself turning pages in one of the photo albums.
She hadn't even realized she was crying until her vision became so blurred that she couldn't see what she was looking at.
"We got him, Prue," she whispered as the photo album slid to the floor. "We got him for you."
[[OOC: For holdingontolove and beenthroughthat]]
She had gone up to the attic after dinner and soon found herself turning pages in one of the photo albums.
She hadn't even realized she was crying until her vision became so blurred that she couldn't see what she was looking at.
"We got him, Prue," she whispered as the photo album slid to the floor. "We got him for you."
[[OOC: For holdingontolove and beenthroughthat]]