Adrian

Not two years have passed completely and my daughter came back to my house as a widow with tears unstoppable in her eyes, shattered and worn out like a dried flower. Her wails were incorrigible with no trace of control. My heart broke to pieces but I received her back with open arms. She is my little princess and the doors of my house will always be open to her. Though I was bleeding a river for her doomed fate I inscribed a rule on my heart that I will never let my tears go revealed to her.

Flashback

It has been exactly one year and eight months since...