It was a long wait for Gabe to come home, he didn’t call her with any information about what was on those memory cards. Either they couldn’t access them, or they were damaged and unreadable. She didn’t’ know which. Though a big part of her had hoped there were family photos of her and her mother on them.
Cinda had nothing but hazy memories that were not at all clear, mostly she really couldn’t recall what her mother or Carl looked like at all, it was too long ago and though she knew who they were to her and had the emotions to go with the memories she had. Tried not to think about it. Thinking about it usually just brought her to that one memory she didn’t want.
The only real memories she retained from her previous life, with any detail, were those of their last moments together. Everyt
