“Ale, is Sofia angry with me?”

Alejandro answered gently, “She understands. Rest.”

Then my phone buzzed.

It was him.

“You’re awake. Go see Mariana. She won’t stop crying.”

I blocked his number.

And that was only the beginning.

PART 2

Alejandro remembered I existed at nine that night.

By then, I was already in an air ambulance on my way to Houston.

Later, I learned continue reading …