#ooooofff i'm aching

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She couldn’t believe it when Emma told her, or maybe she didn’t want to believe it. Distant memories of being sung to sleep, of warm embraces and a soft voice telling her that she is loved. Astrid hasn’t been home in days, she had been out partying with the kids of other rich parents when she had gotten a phone call from her sister. Strung out, days of no sleep and getting high -- she is a mirror image of her father, now. She knows Alexis will be disappointed with who she has become. Her only saving grace has been Ben, the only thing that keeps her connected to the memory of her mother.  But here she is, standing in the doorway of what had once been her childhood home. Before Nero took her away. Manicured fingernails are digging into her palms, heart beating with nerves as she pushes open the front door. The house seems dark, empty -- she wonders if she had imagined the entire thing.  “Mum?”      she calls out, her voice echoes against the walls. Suddenly, she feels small again. All she wants is to be held.     “Mummy,  are  you  here?”