Alena POV
My fingers are shaking as I dial Patricks number. If he’s dead. I can’t. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.
He doesn’t answer. Dewei starts shaking her head. I dial again.
He picks up.
“Pumpkin? Please tell me you're coming home,” his voice is just above a whisper. A plea. I swallow down the tears. I look at Dewei and shake my head.
“Alena?” He finally says my name and I look down at my phone as I slowly press the end button.
Tears jump to my eyes. I realised at that moment that he was not only my boyfriend. He was my best friend for years. My first lover. My…
I swallow down the sob that wants to rip through me.
I hate him. I hate him so much for what he did to me. To us.
“He’s alive.” I say and Dewei eyes widen at my cracked voice.
She starts shaking her hea
