Chapter 112. Moving In

Elona's POV

The little drive to my apartment was silent. My father didn't ask anything about my visit to my mother's gravesite. I didn't even tell him about Tristan. I can't believe how he can still go back to being friends with the man who broke my heart. I guess my Dad knows him better because they knew each other for years, from college times already if I remember correctly. 

We pulled up in front of my apartment. There are apartments with the same designs next to them and stairs on the side leading to the top floor apartments. I kept staring at it even in this darkness, not moving an inch. "Are you okay?" my Dad asked. 

I sucked in a breath as I felt hollow inside, especially from the uninvited visitor at my mother's gravesite earlier. "I just wished that I hadn't dated Tristan." I swallowed back the lump in my throat as I looked ov