Chapter 15

• **Evelina's POV**
• I led the way towards my old home, my mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. I struggled to reconcile the good memories with the pain and fear that had occurred in that very same house. As we approached the front yard, I spotted my father’s pickup truck parked haphazardly in the driveway. My heart sank, knowing that the next few moments would bring a flood of unresolved feelings. Growing up in a home where the man you loved most in the world made the woman you loved the most cry…would leave a mark on anyone. And it had definitely left its mark on me. Sometimes, I felt guilty. Guilty because Papa loved me and not Mama. I would pray at night for some of Papa’s love to transfer to Mama. But it never did. Luckily, Mama was happy now with Kyle. However, the sad memories still remained buried deep in my heart.
• I took in the way Gabriel observed the run down structure of my childhood home. He put a hand out to stop me from entering.