Elena's POV:

Three years later.

Ubi City.

The weather forecast called for a sunny day, but something was obviously wrong, because from the moment I woke up, the whole sky was overcast, as if a heavy rainstorm was about to fall.

After three years of careful care, the second floor terrace has been like a garden, the flowers are brilliant and warm, blooming in layers, building a wall made of roses, and the whole creeper hooked into a piece, in the deepest part of the goldfish neighborhood, the house seems like a secret garden.

I stood quietly in front of the wall of flowers, admiring the beauty of these tended...