Lydia Martin (
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muserevival2014-05-02 11:44 pm
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DRABBLE CHALLENGE || 50 Drabbles ( Table #2 )
Lydia wished she was numb to the painful worry inside that came in the wake of the Sheriff’s texts. She tried to seek a little comfort in the fact she wasn’t screaming, but it wasn’t working. She was already close to tears pulling on her denim jacket and grabbing up her handbag to bolt out of the house well after 1am.
At her car, she fumbled with her keys trying to get it unlocked and dropped them. A frustrated sob escaped as she hit her hand against the window. But she wasn’t screaming. She wasn’t, and this time, she couldn’t.
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