“Where are they now?”
“They left a long time ago”.w
And there, her tears fell. I didn’t ask more.
After a year, everything changed.
One day, I woke up and he wasn’t home. I called the driver and he took me to the cemetery. I saw Alexander, kneeling in front of two graves.
One —with a woman’s name: Elena Cruz (1975–2012) The other —a girl’s name: Ivy Cruz (2000–2010)
I collapsed. I felt like my heart had been stabbed.
“Ivy…” he said softly, not knowing I was there. “My daughter, if only you knew how much I miss you”.
I stopped breathing.
Daughter? Ivy? We had the same name.
I approached, trembling.
“Alex…” I called him.
He was startled, turned around.
“What are you doing here?” “The name on the grave… Ivy… is she your daughter?”
He nodded.