SERENA
stare at the crumpled-up paper in my hand, reading it for the hundredth time, and still, I’m not sure if it’s real or not. And if it is real, what am I going to make of it?
ELENA,
I will come for you, sweetheart. Be strong, Dad
THE NOTE IS HANDWRITTEN, the lettering tells me that it is indeed my father who wrote this note. The question is, why? Is he really coming for me? Do I even want him to come after he sold me like an object? I’ve had days to think about how cruel he was in letting me go, giving me away like I was nothing.
My life here is worse than the one spent at my father’s place, but honestly, not by much. I had a few more things to do at home, but not many. According to Dante, I will have more freedom at some point, so being here seems like the better option.
Dante
