Chapter 65
Her parents
Marco’s POV:
Maybe I had no idea what love was? My mother never taught me how to love someone or something. I believed caring enough would be known as love. I sat there, in Wendy’s bedroom for a full hour thinking about what I meant to her and what she meant to me while holding her diary.
She meant the world to me.
But what was my world?
I was removed out from my thoughts when someone stepped inside the room. I slammed the diary close and looked back to see Wendy’s mother who I had no idea of what she was called or anything. I never really dug in Wendy’s family because they all were just mentally retarded and I felt like learning about her family would waste my precious time.
Mistake #1 If I was in so love with Wendy, I should’ve at least
