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❝𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐧

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❝𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐧.❞

━━━━ 𝑵𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒛𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒆
















'Missing'. The one word that constantly resided in Penelope's mind.

Her little boy had vanished, gone, left them without a single trace. All that remained were his clothes, his teddies and his bedroom, all a painful reminder that at the age of eight, their son was gone.

Lengthy police interviews, collecting of evidence and revisiting the same crime scene over and over again. Multiple press releases, begging the public for help and their faces all over national telivision. Restless nights, many tears shed and constantly living the day over and over again until eventually, the world stopped searching.

But not Penelope.

She would never stop searching for Hudson.













She would never stop searching for Hudson

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1. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐖𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐭 - 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑯𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒏
❝I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you.❞

2. 𝐙𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬 - 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔
❝Another head hangs lowly, child is slowly taken. ❞

3. 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐞 - 𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝑰𝒓𝒘𝒊𝒏
❝I'll try to leave without missing you, I can tell a perfect lie.❞

4. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 - 𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝑰𝒓𝒘𝒊𝒏
❝I can see it in your eyes, you're screaming out.❞

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