AUTHOR’S POV
Amira’s father Noah sat with his head buried between his hands in the room they had been given to stay in temporarily in the pack house while their home was repaired.
He was in so much pain. His life felt empty without Amira around and he had so much guilt and worry plaguing his mind,
Noah clenched his hands into fists as he sat on the edge of the bed. The weight in his chest was almost unbearable, like someone had carved a hole in his chest and pulled out his heart.
He wasn’t willing to believe that his daughter, Amira had disappeared. She was gone and somehow he blamed himself as he recalled the last conversation they had.
“I should have thought about how to help her and Soren instead of blatantly asking her reject him” Noah was in so much turmoil. He couldn’t even talk
