Who Is She?
“Alina!” The excitement in Luis’ voice slowly died down when he noticed the haunted look on her face. Alina had tried her best to stop crying. She had even gone to her room, got changed into a simple dress that wasn’t torn apart, and most importantly one that covered the dark bruises on her neck. The last thing she wanted to do was scare little Luis, or have to explain to him the twisted things that had just happened in the place he called a safe home. He was too young to know any of it. “Hey, Luis.” It was physically impossible to force a smile on her face, but somehow she still tried. He patted the spot on the bed next to his, and the seriousness in his face was almost adorable. She sat down next to him, her hand going to brush his blond hair softly. “What happened?” he asked, worry
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