Chapter 64
April Tel Ford POV
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I'm not sure what time it is or how many hours have passed by since he left without turning back or giving me a chance to ask him to stay. The night looks dark, and the cold air doesn't make it any better. Before, when I was a little girl, I loved when the sky used to turn black. My mother used to tell me that it was time for the sun to go home and that it was the moon's time to come back to the sky. It was their routine and I used to enjoy the way the clouds change their colors as they make a transition of day and night.
Then, night means the end of the day. Enjoy the hours with your family before going to bed with your favorite toy. Oh, I loved all the toys my mom used to get me.
But now, night means just darkness. Darkness that bring back all the
