(Author's POV)
"Who are you, Miss ….?" Sandra asked the girl, confusion evident on her face. She has been standing at the entrance, blocking the way to go inside— the bouquet she had bought lay haphazardly on the marbled floor.
The girl's bloodshot eyes were fixated on Myra. After listening to the voice, she looked back. When she saw William and Sandra, her eyes dilated, then fluttered constantly, as if she couldn't believe what she had in front of her.
On the other side, Myra went completely motionless. Her parents might not have recognized the person, but there was no way in heaven, hell or earth she wouldn't have known who it was. After all, for twenty years~ …. for fucking~ …. whole~ …. twenty years~ …. they had shared every moment of their lives, no matter how big or small. So, how could she not know this person?
