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Lorna was really starting to hate New York. It was loud and dirty and just slightly menacing. She used to love New York, it was where all her big firsts had happened. She’d gone to school here, her first solo apartment, where she’d met Alex. Alex who had take their baby and ran and now she only got to see her daughter in photos. It felt like each year there was a hand around her neck and the grip just kept getting tighter and tighter. Lorna was starting to choke. Looking obsessively at the pictures he deigned to send her and imagining the person Katie was turning into. It made her even more desperate to turn the world into a place where her daughter would be safe. By any means necessary.
She was swiping through the photos again when she heard the familiar metal click of Magneto’s shoes on the ground. It always gave her an irrational little giggle when she was confronted with the reality of how her father flew. And against her will her back straightened and tears disappeared. She was so tired of crying.
“Hello Father.”
