The makeup did no justice to Prisana's swollen red eyes or her snot filled nose. She broke to tears but this would be the last time for him. No more tears for that man who no longer deserved the title of father. No more hope to find his lost soul and rekindle the fire from ashes and smoke.
Prisana inhaled a deep breath and stepped into another fated door.
Departure came crashing fast and hard. Prisana watched the large privately owned mansion spanning acres fade away from view, turn to roads and livestock. The stunning mansion situated in New Jersey's most elite Wellington Estates was where she grew up in. Many of her firsts. Now, many of her lasts.
It was heartbreaking leaving behind so many memories. All she could salvage were clothes and her mother's portrait. Her mother was the only family left that would not betray her.
