It all began the night we left the city to move to Arizona. It was a dark, & rainy night as we headed down the highway to Pheonix at 3 o'clock in the morning.
My daughter, Katrina, and I had been traveling for 16 hours now, and it had been a long day. We left 3 weeks after my wife's funeral and planned to drive straight through to Arizona, where we were to live. We had always talked about living in Arizona.
With the settlement we received from the insurance company, Katrina and I were able to buy a nice ranch house out in the desert, miles from nowhere. My wife, Kathy, would have loved the place.
We were planning on moving away from the big city before her car accident. If still alive, she would be pleased to see our dream coming true. Now it was just the one child and myself. My daughter just turned 12 and was still getting over the shock of her mother's death.
I was beginning to get very sleepy, and began looking for a hotel to stop for the night. Katrina was snuggled up around my right shoulder with her arm wrapped around mine. My precious little girl had been sleeping like this for about an hour when she looked up at me and said, "Daddy, are we going to stop for the night?"
[Yes Honey.] I thought. I was too tired to answer, so I bent down and kissed her forehead and smiled.
The rain was really pouring down, and Katrina would squeeze me tight with each clap of thunder. Finally, a Holiday Inn came into view.
I checked in, got the room keys, parked the car, and carried little Katrina up to the room.
"I'll be right back Honey, I have to get the luggage".
When I returned, Katrina had already crawled in bed. After getting undressed, I stretched out into bed and thought about our future- Katrina and I. A loud thunderclap rocked the room and little Katrina quickly moved herself against me, hugging me tightly.
"Daddy, I'm scared!"
[I know Darling...] I hugged her little body close to mine.
Katrina had always been scared of thunder, and would routinely crawl into bed with Cathy & I during stormy nights. For some reason tonight felt different.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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