Nyla POV
When I was growing up, my father told me I had a stone heart. I don't know why he said it, probably because I love so hard that I can't bear to see my loved ones suffer. I built an exterior impenetrable border around my heart, channeling my love to just one person. My father.
He was like a hero to me, he taught me everything, catered to me, and sacrificed so much for me to have a good life.
I could still remember my 10th birthday and how I nearly gave up hope, thinking he wasn't going to come home that night. I stood by the window watching the rain roll down the glass, my eyes gazing down the street from the flicker of the streetlight, hoping to see my father coming home for my birthday.