ELENA PETERS
The fresh air that met my skin was chill and soothing.
A dark contrast to how I felt on my inside.
I was rested in the hammock. Looking at the beautiful sky. While my mind raced with thoughts of how my life had been.
I slurped on the orange juice the maid had brought me a while ago.
I did miss staying here. The fresh air. The beautiful maid service.
Everything was perfect—the life of a princess.
Living with Trent was also like living the princess's life. Except my mental health had taken a new stance.
I was always alone and lonely because he was barely at home. And now, my insides are chaotic knowing he's cheating on me with Tracy.
Compared to when I was at my father's house. I didn’t have to worry about anything.
I just lived. And I was genuinely happy.
“Elena?”
