ELENA
Three days. It has been three days, and I haven’t heard the phone ring with Drake’s name flashing across the screen. I mean, I am not surprised that he hasn’t called or texted to find out where we are—it’s Drake, after all.
The voice in the recording that had called his son unhealthy, that had called me pathetic. But isn’t he supposed to wonder? To be bothered?
I sigh as I stir the food in the pan, the sizzling keeping me bound from wandering into the recesses of my mind.
Drake must be happy with us gone and Rosa— he can go ahead and marry her.
I was just the mistake—the error that should have been erased and will be erased.
I can’t help the way my heart sinks like it is drowning in pity and sorrow. No matter how hard I try, I can’t escape the fact that I really loved him an
