CHAPTER 50
A CALL TO HOME
Elena relished her Sundays, especially in summer time. When the sun reflected against a glass window it was precious. When the early sunrise led her and Emilio to help out on the farm, she always ended up reading her favourite books while Emilio did all the hard work. She felt guilty about that, but she was young and innocent then. Another time, another place.
She lay in bed and stretched out her arms in a yawn, slowly opening her eyes as she felt the glare against her window. The sounds of chirping crickets and crowing roosters brought out the new morning, and she wanted to relish it but felt a deep hole in her heart. She wanted to get the missing part back.
Feeling the soft sheets over her sweaty body, Elena rose and yawned again. She took a shower then dres
