Chapter 30

SOFIA

I stood still holding the paper in my hand, my body trembling with fear. It did not feel good. I had the sudden urge to throw up. I was here now and basically everything was real. I didn't have much of a choice to back out. It was overwhelming.

I had just read the letter we found. It was written by my father alright, it had his tone to it. I held my tears in. My eyes were heavy and my chest felt compressed. I stepped away from the dust to a window nearby. My dear house. It'd been such a long time.

I didn't know know why I never asked to come back here. Once Ronaldo would ask where we wanted to go for the holidays and I had always wanted to stay in. I dreamt of this place often but I guess I was too scared to admit the truth. I didn't want to come back here.

I was scared of all the emotions that would resurface, scared that I'd deceived myself into believing I was over all the pain. This letter changed my perspective. I should embrace that I wasn't over it, instead of running aw