Epilogue 1

Ashley Deluca’s pov:

(Two years later)

“Tell me, love. What happened?” the little girl seemed so scared. This was her third day with me and still, she was not opening up with anyone.

The psychiatrist had advised me to keep trying daily with all the love and gentleness as the girl seemed to like me a lot.

“Hey, Sana.” I held the hand of sixteen years old who had a pale face and used to shiver when anyone around her used to speak loudly. She easily used to get scared of rain and thunderstorms.

“I promise. Whatever you would tell me, it won’t go out of my office,” I felt her grip tightening around my hand.

This was encouraging.

And then a miracle started happening. Her lips shook and she blinked her eyes a few times. The tears started dropping down her cheeks, “He … he might come back.”

She stuttered. Her eyes were glued to the door.

“No one is coming here, Sana. You are safe here, child.” I left my seat and crouched down on the floor, “That man will never come back. He is in jai