When we arrived, the lights were on in the Maldivo house- Maldivo was Celine's surname. When I knocked, the door flew open and the Maldivo's flung their arms around me, Mrs Maldivo's short curly brown hair tickling my cheeks, Mr Maldivo's firm grip cradling me.
They were both crying tears of happiness and sadness. I smiled and hugged them back. It felt good to be in loving arms.
"Hera. We were so concerned. Are you OK? Where have you been? What happened? Come in." Mrs Maldivo threw questions at me before I could even
say anything.
I felt bad that I was going to lie right to their faces, that I couldn't give them the closure they deserved. We never lied to each other, but I had no choice. They wouldn't believe the truth anyway. They'd be left with more questions than answers.
"I can't
