THIRTY SEVEN
It was now exactly two weeks ever since Elena’s mom passed on, the first week was hectic with Ely crying every day, she did not want to take anything, no food no water, she spent the whole week crying herself and locking herself up but she had started getting used to it
“Danny, I wish I could meet that evil man and kill him with my bare hands, my mom had dreams, she was still young, she didn’t deserve t die not that way, I’m more than hurt, I don’t know what to do because I feel so lost and lonely, my heart feels like there is a hollow inside, empty and lonely” she said to me one evening when we were seated in our room, everyone else was downstairs and we were just the two of us in the room, I didn’t know what to tell her because I understood the kind of pain she was going
