Elena stared at the tablet screen once more. David's picture was clearly displayed – an innocent face with a weak smile that broke the hearts of anyone who saw it. There was sadness in his eyes, but also something that could not be ignored: a cold feeling that infiltrated silently from a past that was not yet completely dead.

"I pity that child," Elena said softly. Her voice was almost drowned out by the sound of her own breathing. "He's not wrong. Not at all."

Tamara noticed Elena's changing expression. "You look... confused."

"I don't know what to do, Tamara." Elena sat back down, her body leaning weakly. "I loved...