Anna
The chilly breeze flushes my cheek as I look through the window. I watch children crossing and parents running after them with so much joy in their eyes. It reminds me of the time when things were still normal — almost.
Father would chase us around the yard during playtime. Everything seemed perfect at the time except for my mother, who always comes back home looking like a mess.
We all felt the heat.
She would yell so loudly and disturb the peace of the neighborhood.
I sigh and look away. The more I think about it, the more it hurts.
"Hey!" Patrick says, and I lean my head on his shoulders, trying to escape my reality. "I forgot to mention earlier."
"What is it?" I ask softly and look deep into his eyes.
"Mother wants you at the villa with your family. We need to plan th
