Mia’s Point of View
I woke up on an empty bed. Xavier’s scent was all over me, though he wasn’t anywhere near. With a sigh, I dragged my legs to the bathroom to clean up. My eyes fell on my reflection on the vast mirror hanging by the washbasin. Though I slept well, my eyes looked tired from all those troubles we faced yesterday. With a sigh, I opened the faucet and looked at the flowing water. Collecting some with my hand, I sprinkled it on my face. I repeated it. Again, and again.
‘No, I can’t leave you.’ Suddenly a voice lingered over my face. My mother. She was talking with dad. Another memory of mine.
‘You must go. For her,’ Dad replied. It was before that accident occurred and I lost mom.
‘They know what we are hiding, Josiah. There’s nowhere to run.’ Mom’s voice shook.
‘She is
