ELENA
The car crawls to a gradual halt in front of the house. The house towers over us with its beautiful cobblestones lining the walls and the vines entangled in it. The vines dance in the wind, overlooking the ranch next to it. The open field is fenced by wooden barricades, where Drake’s father loves to go horse riding.
“Mommy, isn’t that your car?” Halo points through the window to the Luna’s vehicle that is across from ours. The sleek black and smooth curves—it is Luna’s car. If it is here, does it mean…? My chest tingles with a bitter emotion that is becoming more frequent.
The field is brightly illuminated by the poles mounted around the periphery, chasing every form of shadow away. Is that…Rosa? I can recognize the forced way she walks, the deliberate step in front of the other t
