Literature
Harper
May 1995:
Colorado spring time was something that many looked forward too. Mild, temperate weather and crisp clear skies. On a quiet block in Grand Junction, Harper Ashlynn Hopp peered out a window in the tiny duplex.
"Momma, let's go to the park!" She squealed, turning to face her mother. Julia sat on the beaten down floral sofa, ignoring her small daughter’s request. Harper moved closer to Julia, quiet and cautious.
“Momma? Do you wanna go outside?” She asked again. Julia held a worn photo in her hands. It was Julia and a man, dark haired with slate grey eyes. In his arms a tiny bundle, dark haired with the same gre