Chapter 23
Elena I get it, I am naïve – inexperienced and young. Who isn’t naïve at nineteen years old? A nineteen-year-old who has always trusted easily because she didn’t have any other reason not to trust them. Them being: my father, my dead, then alive ex-boyfriend, and also my biological father. The young and impressionable always seem to get stepped on because they’re innocent, they haven’t been lied to and had their heart stomped on and then broken. They haven’t seen their father die by a bullet… Since I have, how do I stop being so naïve about the world? How do I grow up? Do I turn cold? Emotionless? How does someone do that? It just isn’t me. However, staring at the green-eyed man who has held my heart in those calloused hands for way too long, becoming cold and emotionless should be an e
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