YELENA

It had been two weeks.

Two weeks of waking up alone.

Two weeks of going to work, coming back, and sitting in a house that felt too quiet for someone like me.

Nyra came around sometimes.

But it was not like before. It was not like those nights when we would both fall asleep in the same room, talking about nothing until our eyes gave up on us.

Now, she came… and left. Always left.

I didn’t complain. I couldn't because I knew where she was going to and even if she didn’t say it, ...