My chest tightened just thinking of her name. That image still clawed at my skull—the sight of her sleeping beside him like it meant nothing. Like it meant everything.
But now… now I needed the truth from her lips. Not assumptions. Not pain-stained memories. I needed her.
She had to give me something. Anything. A reason not to lose my damn mind.
The gravel crunched under my boots as the small houses of Santa Leticia came into view. Most were quiet—humble wooden structures with gardens overgrown and lines of laundry fluttering like soft flags in the dusk breeze.
It didn't take long to find the one I remembered.
The one I'd left her at.
My heart thundered in my chest, adrenaline burning a bitter trail in my veins. I raised a fist to knock—then froze.
What if she didn't want to see me?
What if he was inside again?
I swallowed hard, jaw clenched so tight I could feel the tendons stretching.
No. I was done waiting. Done wondering.
I knocked.
