Chapter 7

Emiliana

I heard the mumbles of words through the walls. The slur of Spanish floated around me, making my head dizzy. Making a mental note to learn the language when I returned to Barcelona, I rolled over in my bed, facing more of the darkness.

There was no denying I was having second thoughts about everything, about moving halfway across the world, stepping so far away from my family. My father.

Tears rolled down my cheeks, dampening the pillow beneath my head. I stifled the sob that wracked through my chest, muffling my cries with the covers. 

Whether my father spoke through anger or sadness, his words still hurt. 

The door creaked open, the tiniest sliver of light glowed through the room befor