I knew it was her the moment I saw the boots. She’d been wearing them when she disappeared, only now they looked a little more battered.
If I’m honest, her going was a blessing. She’d never been easy, even as a baby. I wanted to look for her but Bill said it was best we leave it, let her come home when she was ready.
The days turned into months then years and things were much better with her not around. Bill and I even started going out and taking holidays.
Now she’s back.
What the hell does she want?
A 100-word story for the prompt at Friday Fictioneers.