At 7 o'clock in the morning, the first thing I did was stare at the screen of my phone, fixating on the photo of Marissa I had taken from Mason’s mansion, in the chamber.
“Who are you, Marissa?” I whispered to myself, my head filled with confusion when someone knocked at the door of my bedroom. I quickly turned off my phone and waited for my dad to enter.
“Good Morning, Elena,” he greeted me with a smile, dressed in his police uniform. “Oh, congrats, Dad. You got the job,” I remarked as he walked towards me, standing tall in front of me.
“Does it fit me?” he asked, his smile widening. I nodded, adding, “Any uniform suits you, Dad.” I stood up and hugged him tightly. “Thank you. I appreciate it,” he said, kissing my forehead. As he looked into my eyes with a smile, he added, “I can now p
