ELENA

The fresh scent of mint filled my nostrils the moment I stepped into the car. It was flashy, expensive, reminding me of Stephen’s car, the one he had pushed me out of several times before because to him ‘I was filthy and irritating to be around with in public’

I sunk my head into the headrest as the car had begun to move. I shut my eyes lightly as I couldn’t have a pinch of sleep at night, recoiling to my dreamland, if I could. Even though he was not around me, he found a way to ...