~Adela~
It’s been days since the run-in with my mom. I still can’t believe she put her hands on me. She didn’t even do that when I was a kid, so I don’t really know what to do with that. Daddy would never have let her touch me even if she wanted to. I miss having him around right now.
I’ve been keeping to myself since then. I have a kitchen where I’m staying, and I’m constantly getting food at my doorstep. I’ve been going to the old house and out in the woods. I’ve been trying to find enough peace to connect with my sister. I thought maybe the memories from the old house would spark something. So far, I haven’t been able to reach her through our bond.
I’m not going to lie; I’m scared. I haven’t been able to feel Aida, and I haven’t heard from her. I don’t know where she is. I wonder if
