NELINA

A week passed quickly, but still, the memories with Royce in the car were vivid to me. I love how he held me in his arms, the touch of his hands that sent warmth on my skin, and how he pressed his lips on mine. My heart skipped a beat imagining Royce's face, overjoy clouded his features as he trailed his fingers on my cheek. I never thought there could be any safer place than the arms of my dad and my brother Mark.

I was cut off from my daydream when the doorbell rang. It must be Marica. I threw a brief look in the mirror before I...