Kaya's POV. 

 

This was the past. A time when I was innocent. 

 

"Papa, where are you?" My little angelic voice beamed into the room as I ran inside the cabin. 

 

My lips were parted wide enough to show my teeth, while my cheeks reddened from the hard blushes. Today was a beautiful day, and I had no worries. 

 

The small me stopped when I saw father in his study room, holding an ink feather in his hands, which he twirled around in the air. I was seven years old, yet I knew he was brooding, and that's why he was doing that. 

 

"Today's a perfect day, father. Come out. We...