((Don't beat yourself up. There was a mistake in the Medieval RP that had Ray kissing Acon, who was his daughter, deeply, bending her backwards. There's a lot that happens in these things.))
Ray stopped a block away from his apartment, and climbed out of his car. He took a few steps, and collapsed on his knees. A charred picture floated down, onto Ray's shoulder. He looked at it, and tears welled in his eyes. The picture, now burnt, could barely be recognized, but on the back of it, written in black ink, was a message.
/* Always know, my son. I will always love you.
-Mom */