Emilia

'. . .Emilia. . .' The voice was familiar. '. . .Emilia. . .' She looked up and could have sworn she had seen her father. The heat bouncing off of the desert sand was starting to take on a shape and she wasn't sure if what she was seeing was real or something she simply wanted to see. '. . .run. . .' "You're not here!" Emilia screamed not believing the vision she thought she was seeing. "You're