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NORA'S POV

"Finally you're here" A familiar voice shouted from the stocking room.

Smiling, I closed the door of the flower shop and placed my handbag on the counter, "I'm only ten minutes late, relax" I replied taking off my coat.

After a few seconds, Sophie comes out of the stocking room with a box in her hands where all kinds of ribbons for flowers are kept.

"is there a reason why you are always late?" She asks and places the box on the counter near my handbag. "you know, don't answer, help me with this order"

I went behind the counter and saw a note on it. 'red roses bouquet for a girlfriend - Mark' probably the name of the customer. 'Note should say : Please forgive me'

Please forgive me?

In such situations, which do not happen often, sometimes I wonder why the guy apologizes to the girl. Maybe he forgot her birthday? Maybe the girl caught him with someone else?Maybe the guy raised his hand at her?

but whatever happened to them is none of my business.

I pull my phone out of my jeans pocket to see if there's any texts I missed.

Atlas.

Sighing I clicked on his name and turned on the speaker, when it rang three times he answered.

"Hello?"

"Is there a reason you called me?" I grabbed the note that was on the counter and put it in my jeans pocket.

"What? I can't miss my little sister? How are you doing?"

I sighed as I placed my phone on the counter, turned on the speaker and looked at Sophie who was busy making 'Mark's' order.

Why did she need my help is she wants to do everything alone?

"I'm okay, Germany is great, I just need to get used to living alone" I sight and run my hand through my hair.

"Nor, you can always tell me to visit you and I will, if you feel alone, know that I'm always here" His voice softened.

Most of the time he doesn't act like this, but I think he changed after I moved to Germany.

He has changed because he doesn't see me like he used to, now I live in a different place and he is very far from me.

"I know" I pinch my eyes shut and clear my throat. "I miss you and Allysa"

"I miss Allysa too, she's been with Richard for a while" I hear him sigh.

"Shouldn't she be with mom?" I ask confused.

Richard is Allysa's dad, she is not from the same dad as me and Atlas.

My mother met Richard soon after she left my dad. Richard is not a good person, just like my mother. They are both manipulators who only think about themselves and their happiness.

Maybe it's good that they met, they were meant for each other.

Both are like the same person. Evil and cruel.

And speaking of my dad, he's just like my mom, only scarier. When I lived in Los Angeles, I lived with my dad in a small apartment where we could barely fit the two of us, the apartment was only with one room, so I always had to sleep on the couch, or on the floor if my dad would watch basketball and drink with his friends. The apartment was full of his bottles and dirty clothes, so while he slept I always had to clean the house before he woke up, if I didn't, he would punish me. Over time, I got used to this kind of life, because I just accepted that I will always live like this.

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