Chapter 63

• Zina
• I met Leo's gaze, my eyes blazing through his. I would have smacked him on the head for wasting my time if he was a kid. I hated every second of this painful tension, but above all, I hated the tiny, scared voice that uncontrollably came out of my mouth.
• For years, I struggled with the emotion of fear. My head was filled with painful memories of that horrible winter night when my dad died. Alone in our house, my mom and I waited for my dad. Hours stretched out from minutes. Mom and I slept and woke up, but Dad never showed up.