ELVIRA'S PAST: CHAPTER 1

I could feel that cool Breeze of calmness fill me as grandpa max held on to my hands and kept whispering to my ears.

"Take one step at a time and everything will be fine; you are a strong woman and can handle it."

He said as he assisted me slowly rise from the wheelchair I had been using for the past three months, 

I was able to walk on my own without help, after the past three months.

Although my legs were no longer in pain, Katrine's stab wound in my back was still slightly bothering me.

I was still unable to accept that Katrine was a murderer, much less that I was her sister. We share the same blood even though our mothers are different.