I wasn't with the faithful when it began. We had been taken to an empty farm house the otherside of the mountains from town. Shoved into dark rooms and guarded by men with guns. My ex husband had come to claim my daughter. He had never been one of us but they interrogated him anyway. Finally they allowed him to take her. She was crying and clinging to me. I was strangely calm, placating her with soothing and encouraging words, stroking her funny blue hair. I removed my locket and gave it to her. Inside were our pictures, face to face, as if in a kiss. I kissed her hands, her face and her hair. I let her go. As i always knew i would. Her face, her eyes were all i could think about from then on.