Teresa

I stood in one corner of the room, watching guests scattered across the ballroom, either chattering or in pairs on the dance floor.

Soft music filled the air, enticing enough to move me to dance if today were a normal day.

But today wasn’t a normal day.

Nothing about today was normal at all.

My eyes scanned the room for a particular person in the space. A specific person.

Someone who means so much to me, yet is almost the cause of all my troubles.

Kaela.

I ...