I look down at my daughter. She's confused and scared, she doesn't really understand what's going on. I pick her up and hold her tight, breathe in the scent of her glowing blonde hair.
She's crying now, afraid. I hear their footsteps outside, we don't have much time. I put her down, look into her small hazel eyes now filled with tears. "Daddy... please daddy don't".
My hands start to shake. "I'm sorry I'm so so sorry". I know I have to do this, it's for the best. I put the gun in her mouth.