ZAIRA's POV
When I got away from the orphanage, I pulled my car over and I couldn’t stop myself from crying. I hate it! I shouldn't be crying, but bullshit. I'm hurting.
I am hurt by the fact that, no matter how hard I try to harden my heart for him, I still can't deny that there is a part of my feelings that I feel sorry for him, that I want to hug him so that he can somehow lose the loneliness he feels and, most of all because I miss him so much.
I hate it. I should hate him because he left me. I shouldn't be feeling like this.
I hate you, Kevin. I hate you so much.
All of a sudden, my phone rang. Immediately, I wiped my tears when I saw Pierre's name on the phone screen. I cleared my voice before I picked up his call.
"Hi," I greeted, trying my best to make my voice sound okay.
