C13 Kiss

Mike Sommers stared at the gloomy twenty-foot tall Russian facility from the safety of Scott's car. A ball of sadness and guilt formed in his throat as he wringed the soda can in his hand, his heart aching for his daughter. God, his daughter. Everytime he thought about her he remembered the look of fright on her little face as he had done the irreparable physical damage to her that fateful night