NELISSA’S POV
FOUR YEARS LATER
At the sound of a loud dong, I slip out of my bed, rushing towards the window and pushing it to the side. I have been asleep for several hours so I have no idea what's going on. Dusk has fallen upon the earth and people are running around and yelling at the top of their voices in excited tones and the distressed cry of a little child rents the air.
I turn swiftly, my eyes darting around the room in search of Atticus. Going over to the closet, I pull it open, only to be met by his metal toys.
He isn't in here which isn't so odd for a five year old hyperactive child. Just as I shut the door to the closet, the main door bursts open and Rahlia rushes in, Lilith tagging behind her. Their faces are filled with bright smiles and a crown of flowers sits awkwardly
