It was too early, way too early.
Echo covered her face in her hands. Nobody would see her crying.
She even hadn’t said goodbye. That day, two years ago, she came home from school and her father was gone. She lived the hardest days of her life without him. He had always been there for her… always… but that morning, a man called her mother. While she listened, tears appeared on her face and the phone fell on the floor. ‘It can’t be!’ she screamed.
Echo picked the phone up and asked what was wrong. Then she heard it.
Her father was found in the jungle. Dead.
Now she was in the attic. Nobody would find her there. She could cry as much as she wanted.
She loved her father so much… and now he was gone… it was way too early… he had only been 46 years old…
She kept saying to herself she couldn’t cry. She was fifteen years old… she had to control herself. But she couldn’t. The tears kept coming. She couldn’t hold them back.
She heard a loud THUMP from the first floor. She was really sad, but she was still curious.
But she regretted that when she came...