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This was the fourth time she was calling her father and he did not pick, neither did he return the calls nor send a text, she dialed his number again and it went to voice mail again.

"Hi to Anyone calling, I'm busy and I'll return your calls later, thank you."

Frustrated, she dropped her phone on the kitchen counter with a thud, her mother had even manage to pick her phone, just to tell her she will call back in the next two hours, she was losing her patience already, it's been three hours and her mother hadn't called back and her father that she also called , did not pick up his phone. She was curious to know who this Elena Martins was?

She had only heard her story once or twice, she was just nine years old and grandpa had brought her and her older brother Justin to the cabin. She didn't even know if she recognized those people anymore. She knew, she had a bad memory when it came to remembering things. Standing up from the stool, she poured herself a glass of w