Cynthia Dion:
My lungs felt as if they were filled with fresh air once I reached my neighborhood. Before sharing what had happened with my dad, I needed to get inside my home and rest.
Despite some background noises, I focused solely on the path ahead at that moment.
My door was shut, a clear sign that my dad was now guarding Flora, suspecting that I had run away.
My hands were trembling as I started to knock on the door. I was avoiding eye contact with anyone who might be watching me.
"Oh, she's returned!" I heard a woman's whisper, causing me to inch closer to the door. I didn't turn to see how many people had gathered behind me.
My father swung the door open, almost causing me to stumble as the support I was leaning on gave way.
"D---ad!" I murmured, my voice heavy with drowsine
