Her name is Yeva Esther Shaw. I never met her, but I will one day. I’m sure of it.
Hopefully you will, too.
She was a beautiful girl, perfect in every way, not a care in the world. Her parents had such dreams for her, even as dad wondered if he might measure up to the privilege of raising a daughter. After all, that’s just what good dads do, isn’t it? But then came the signs and the uneasy feelings.