ACE’S POINT OF VIEW.

The air around us felt suddenly still as our laughter died.

I could feel the nerves on the back of my neck spiking as I stared at Amara. Dressed in my hoodie, which stopped mid-thigh, I could not help but think. My mind reverted to her parents, to the love they shared that was so powerful, it found them years later.

I never believed in love, especially because it was never a possibility with the kind of home I came from… it was that hell hole that ...