"I don't remember much. When I woke up, I was in a container along with some other adults. I was the only child in that container," Aniya told her parents. She was in their bedroom, lying on the bed.
Just like Rafael used to do in her childhood. She was their only child who slept in their bed the maximum times.
"If you want, you don't need to tell this and suffer, darling," Marissa gently brushed her hair with her fingers. Both the ladies were leaning onto Rafael's chest, and Rafael Sinclair thought he was dreaming.
Abigail Sinclair was back in their lives. She was never dead.
"Now when I think of it… all those people in the container … They looked like refugees… I think they were using illegal means to migrate to another country. We traveled for several days in that container without sunlight or any wind…" Aniya didn't tell them that she kept puking throughout the travel.
But she forgot that they were her parents.
