It's been almost two months, and there's been no calls, messages...nothing from Kane. Ms. Baptiste is probably sick and tired of me pretending to visit her when I only go to see if Kane was there or if she's heard from him. I've slowly returned to a state of depression that I can't bring myself out of.
"Alana...please eat something."
I turned to look at Miguel," I already ate while you were in the shower."
"Don't lie to me. I'm worried about you, and so is your family...please let's go outside for a walk, or just come outside and stand in the sun with me, even if it's just for a few minutes."
"I'm okay, I promise. I just don't feel like being outside and I'll eat something soon."
The doorbell rang and Miguel went downstairs.
I heard Anabella's voice and I quickly fixed my hair and f
