Chapter 13

"Happy birthday, Dalha!"

I suddenly smiled sadly as I remembered the last time I heard my parents greet me. If only I knew that would be the last time, I would have recorded it to always hear it every birthday.

"I'm already nineteen, Mama, Papa," I whispered softly while sitting on the swing house.

Gently, I placed the box of cupcakes beside me. I closed my eyes and felt the evening breeze.

I savored the air for a few moments before opening my eyes. I reached for the box and opened it. I furrowed my brow in surprise and slight joy upon seeing a few small candles on the side.

"Does Sir Cace know?" I softly questioned myself.

I closed the box with a smile. I was about to stand up when I heard a crash inside. Despite the pain in my foot, I hurriedly walked and went back inside.

Upon reaching the kitchen, I was met with a broken cup and Ms. Melissa being carried by Sir Cace. She was unconscious and slightly exposed.

"What happened?" I asked nervously.