Living with the Enemy.
Giving me a small smile, “it is okay, Elena. These things are of the past now and crying about it is not going to solve any issue.”
She then placed a tray of food before me. “Here, eat. You have not had a thing today.”
The tray was brimming with toast, scrambled eggs, bacon, fried diced potatoes, and a small bowl of mixed fruits.
She watched me with a soft expression as if knowing that my tears had something else other than the story. “One of us, that's what you are now, that is family, that is for life, that is our forever, that is our promise. Welcome to ride or die.” She said.
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