Lost Creek Hollow I know you need words

Her father’s face was full of emotion, but it did little to stave all of the bad feelings gushing out of her at that moment. Even his heartfelt apologies could not patch the wound in her heart. Her head ached as if she had been concussed, blindsided by the strange man’s ugly truths.

Shadowpaw reached out and hugged one of her dad’s legs. “Papa,” she moaned feebly, trying to hold onto him as their family, as she knew it, burnt up into little pieces.