ELIANA.

“Adam.”

The sound of my Grandmother’s voice drifted me out of my thoughts and as I raised my eyes to meet hers, she tried to sit up. “Where is Adam?” She asked again as if I hadn’t heard her the first time.

I did. Getting the words out of my lips was just the difficult part.

My throat was dry and sour with a hard lump throbbing inside of it. I reached for her tender hands and just as I was about to speak, the door opened. I turned my eyes to Ivan, ...