I can still hear her screams.

No matter how certain I was she was dead, no matter how much I destroyed her body, how far and wide the remains were scattered and how far I ran from it all, I could still hear those piercing screams.

I always knew it would rest on my conscience. I always knew I would see her face every time I shut my eyes. But what more could I do? She was going to take you from me. I couldn't let her do that to you, even if she is your mummy. Your still my daughter and I don't care if she took our house, our car, our friends and everything I own, she can't have you. I was happy with the agreement, I was happy to have you one weekend in two weeks. I still got that time to watch you grow up, to take you to the zoo and watch those Saturday morning cartoons while we cooked pancakes. But she wanted to take away even that.

Don't cry honey, mummy had to go for a long trip. Away for a very long time. But we can play until she get's back. We're going to play hide-and-seek for a while, away from everyone, in another country. Even if they do find us, at least I'll have gotten to see you and hold you in my arms, one last time.

Gosh you're growing up sweetie.

So fast, so very fast.