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Phoebe had been asleep when the boys returned last night, and so had not told them about her sister, Prue.

Then today, all three of them had been busy doing various things in the house and Phoebe had retreated to the Attic to take care of some things and flip through a certain album she kept.

As the sun started to go down, she realized she had been up there all day and sighed, runnng a hand through her hair.

{{OOC: For the husband first, then the boyfriend. :) }}

It had been a long weekend with the mass chaos and the attacks. She was sore and bruised and there was too much on her mind.

She had gone up to the attic after dinner and soon found herself turning pages in one of the photo albums.

She hadn't even realized she was crying until her vision became so blurred that she couldn't see what she was looking at.

"We got him, Prue," she whispered as the photo album slid to the floor. "We got him for you."

[[OOC: For