Still sad I couldn't see her, and how the dream felt so real to me

I will miss you, my adopted daughter of mine, and hope to dream of you again.

Me a letter where she confessed she too felt like I was her father figure and refused to see me be hauled away from her, and that she was always watching me but needed to stay away because the cops were looking for her now. I cried and went to the kitchen, waiting for her to come home.

I woke up -

All the cops drop one by one. I looked in the direction I heard the shots from and I saw the daughter who had a strong bond with me. She gave me a nod and ran into the dark and disappeared. After the heat had settled and I went home, I saw that she was gone, and I felt sad she had left. She wrote -