CELINE's P O V

I was sitting on the balcony sofa in the room… curled up into a ball… staring up at the moon as it shone faintly above the night sky.

‘‘Don’t you have a sense of decency and shame? Was this what your mother had taught you?’’

I could still make out the words that he was shouting at me.

‘‘I believe that it was a blessing in disguise that your mother passed away at such a young age; had she lived, she would have been pissed to death by ...