The next morning, Elena sat nervously at the kitchen table, her parents, glancing at her with concern. She took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts before talking about the subject that had been troubling her for weeks now since she came back to the house."Mom, Dad, I need to talk to you about something," Elena finally said, her voice slightly shaky.Her parents exchanged glances, their eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and worry. "Of course, Elena. What's on your mind?" her father replied, his voice heavy with concern.Elena hesitated for a moment, gathering her courage. "I... I have this strange feeling that Andrea has sent some people to follow me," she confessed, her voice trembling slightly.Her parents' eyes widened in surprise, their expressions shifting from concern to a mixture of shock and anger especially over what she had passed through in his house. Her mother reached out and held Elena's hand gently, offering comfort and support."Why would you think that, Ele

"Ready the cars, we're going to Elena's house."Andrea barked, rising to his feet. “She needs me now.”His men quickly went about doing as he said because if there was one thing they knew about him, it was that he expected his biddings to be carried out immediately."Ready sir." One of his men said.Andrea, in company of some of his men, walked out of the living room, heading to the set of cars parked at the driveway.Soon, they were bound to her house and as they drove through, Andrea wondered what Elena must think of him. No doubt, she would be livid because she would think that he was the one responsible for her father's death. The truth was that he didn't know yet who was responsible for the shooting.As it stood, his men were hard at work, trying to find out who was responsible and now, they still hadn't gotten a single clue."Any news yet on the case?" Andrea asked.His driver and one of his men sat at the front of the car while the escort cars followed from behind."Not yet bos

In the dimly lit room, Elena sat on her bed, her tear-stained cheeks evident in the soft glow of the moonlight seeping through the curtains. Her heart weighed heavy with grief, one she hadn't felt in a long while as she clutched her phone tightly in her trembling hands. She knew that in this moment of desperation, she needed to reach out to Syria who had to leave to take care of her family for a while.With a trembling finger, Elena dialed Syria's number and waited anxiously for her to answer. The sound of the ringing echoed in her ears, adding to the ache in her chest. Finally, a familiar voice broke through the silence, filled with concern and love."Hey, Elena, what's wrong?" Syria's voice was a lifeline, offering comfort in a world that seemed devoid of itTears streamed down Elena's face as she poured her heart out, her voice choked with emotion. "Syria, I miss my father so much. He was the only person who stood by me during the darkest times, alongside my mother. His absence fee

Its been over a week since Elena got to the new place she had talked to Syria about and to say she was happy about it would be an understatement, she was glad. There were many things that she had to do, many things she had to think of especially since her father had died.''I better call Syria.'' Elena mummured.Dropping her bag to the ground, Elena grabbed her phone, putting it on speed dial. Even though she hadn't spent so much time here, she was already missing her and she wished she was here with her but Elena knew that wasn't possible because Syria had to stay back to take care of the house."Hey Elena! How's everything going in your new place? I hope you're having a fantastic time!"Elena smiled warmly as she responded with enthusiasm, her excitement evident in her words."Syria, you won't believe how incredible it is here! The landscapes are breathtaking, the people are so welcoming, and the culture is beautiful. I feel like I'm living in a dream. I'm truly grateful for this op

A few hours later, Andrea was still with her, comforting her and making sure that she didn't self harm. He had a feeling that this was the first major weeping she had done ever since her father died and it just seemed like she was waiting for him to come.''Are you hungry? Would you like to eat something?'' he asked.Elena, who had her head on his chest, rose up to look at him. She didn't expect him to say that but just hearing it from him now just proved to her that he really wanted to look after her.''No… i'm not hungry.'' she said, finally.Andrea took her hands in his, giving it a gentle squeeze as he silently assured her that everything was going to be alright.''You know… my father had big plans, plans he wanted to achieve. He told me some of them on the morning he got shot.'' she whispered.Even though her voice was really low, Andrea could still tell what she had said. He held her closer to him, pouring all of his love into the hug.''I'm sorry.'' That was the only thing he