Vengeance From The Past
ila
angled in each other like the n
e, louder than my own racing heartbeat. I could hear my
ff the bed, dragging a pillow to cover himse
s words tumbling over themselves
my eyes never leaving
t, her expression stunned but not exactly ashamed.
ing. Like the floor be
d you?" I
d this time words came out. "Ca
e cracked, sharper than I intend
tment like thunder, and for a sec
ched. "It was a mistake, Camila. It ju
ake another step." Stepping back from him like his very pr
ou knew how much he meant to m
had hit their mark. But I didn't care.
ys so busy, Camila. Always working. Always tired. You barely l
ger,my voice
for goodness sake, I'm disgusted with you being my mo
what this is? You decided to be the woman he needed while I was busy trying to
ooked
ice is calm now. Too calm. A calm born of something spl
. "Camila, I messed up. We
ken. "You slept with my mother. You destroyed everything. But than
im the chance. I turned on my heel and walked out of the
e living room, went inside my room- packed my be
la, w
oed behind me, b
can talk about this. I made a mistake. A t
ed the
Mami said, her voice catch
her the truth. That you broke your daughter
the door
. I just walked. Into the night
zzed, but I
ai
ag
I turne
friend I could cry to. No p
m, excited for her new classes. She always looked up
he one to break
used to take Selena on weekends. The benches were empty at thi
bs too heavy
finally,
obs you see in movies. This was ugly. This was sn
iliation at Casa Estrella. For the bet
for my
d for
rsion of me that h
for having to call my ve
my body felt hollow.
e clouds shifted and parted,
hing left,"
at wasn't e
till believed in me. Still needed me.
ouldn't hear their apologi
. Or how I'd explain this to
't goi
cardboard, their breaths shallow in the night air. I slowed, staring. With nowhere else to
a cup of coffee that had gone cold hours ago. The manager
creen of my phone, debati
ally,
d calls f
from
xts fr
me explain. It was
me. We need to
ds made
came through. Th
! Can't wait to see you and Mami. I
le to swallow as my
. And I had no ide
y, erased it,
oo. I have something to t
then lower
begun. The cit
shes of everything that had burned down,
al
the edge of town. The sheets were stiff, the ligh
aying everything back in my head like a broken f
rgive. I didn't even
sure: I wasn't going to l
Not even Chef Márque
aken so mu
s still
brea
be, that was the st
es woul
them, I w
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oman I wa