Chapter 4Evelína Arakari was tough.
Only a tragedy could rattle her nerves and squeeze a tear out of her hazel eyes. As the first rays of sunlight speared the gloomy darkness she couldn't suppress the tears that streamed down her cheeks.
She cradled her face in her trembling hands and cried. Her mind was infested with thoughts of her sixteen-year-old boyfriend lying in a sterile hospital room, underneath a white, bedsheet.
He was dead.
His body, once strong and healthy, was stabbed four times in the chest. He died on the operating table.
Evelína rushed out of the hospital and burst into the dark and chilly morning. She fell to her knees and screamed at the top of her lungs until her throat ached and her voice disappeared.
He died in the morning. It was now past midnight and the wind
