Chapter 92

• The dancer looked out the window, sitting in her favorite chair, the one beside Andrei’s guitar, which was never played.
• Ever since she had gone to Andrei’s room, Elisa went about her day as if it were any other, like when she wasn’t in that house. She took the opportunity to chat with a few people on Facebook and watch some videos on YouTube that she hadn’t seen in a long time.
• She laughed at herself, finding it amusing that she was doing such ordinary things at a time like this, enjoying the normalcy she no longer had, the one that had been taken from her and that she had learned to replace.