Third person’s pov
Mikayla walked away and murmured in monotone to her parents “it’s hard to find them”.
Chin trembling, she opened the door of her room and entered it. She smiled weakly at Amelia who was sitting there staring at her.
Mikayla walked forward and slouched on the chair in front of the window.
Her heart thumped like a drum in her chest. Five years. Five years she had laughed at Flynn’s inane jokes and Alex’s cuteness, picked up their dirty socks, and listened to her husband’s snore while her son sang all night.
She remembered every memory she had with them. From the moment they met to the moment when she last saw them.
She wiped a tear, the room brimming with family photos on the walls. She sobbed, will she ever see them agai
