Chapter Seventy-five

In the dimly lit room, Elena sat on her bed, her tear-stained cheeks evident in the soft glow of the moonlight seeping through the curtains. Her heart weighed heavy with grief, one she hadn't felt in a long while as she clutched her phone tightly in her trembling hands. She knew that in this moment of desperation, she needed to reach out to Syria who had to leave to take care of her family for a while.

With a trembling finger, Elena dialed Syria's number and waited anxiously for her to answer. The sound of the ringing echoed in her ears, adding to the ache in her chest. Finally, a familiar voice broke through the silence, filled with concern and love.

"Hey, Elena, what's wrong?" Syria's voice was a lifeline, offering comfort in a world that seemed devoid of it

Tears streamed down Elena's face as she poured her heart out, her voice choked with emotion. "Syria, I miss my father so much. He was the only person who stood by me during the darkest times, alongside my mother. His absence fee