Chapter 13

Elena POV

The weather feels so hot today. I don’t know if it’s really the weather, but nothing has been cool for me. My heart hasn’t gotten enough space to breathe, and I haven’t had enough oxygen in my lungs. It’s tight.

Maybe because I’ve been crying nonstop. 

I feel like the most terrible daughter on earth; maybe I am. I’m standing in front of the place where my father was buried two years ago. I see all the flowers I bring to him every year all withered.

The wind is strong. It blows my red hair on my face, sticking to my face because of the tears. "Dad," I whisper, dragging a shaky breath as I try to speak.

“I’m here, love; your little angel is here." A small smile parted my lips when I said out the name he always called me. 

“Happy belat