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“Miguel, you are a shitty liar. We don’t live that far in the sticks,” Jenna groans then laughs. “I will talk to you in the morning. Be safe.”
Jenna ends the call.
“You okay?” I ask Ysenia.
“Of course,” she smiles.
“You don’t really want to be part of the wedding, do you?”
She quickly looks at me and then back at the road.
“It is–” She shakes her head and clears her throat. “It isn’t that per se.”
“What is it then?”
“Nothing,” she whispers. “Everything is fine.”
Her smile says one thing, but her eyes are telling a different story. She’s holding something back. I want to question her until she tells me; however, I have no right.
“A conversation for another day,” I smile. “Hungry?”
Chapter Seven
Ysenia
Miguel and I had decided on a burger place drive-thru then we found him a hotel. My offer to stay at my parents’ house was still on the table, but I didn’t dare bring it up again. He had already politely told menoearlier. I wasn’t about to make a fool of myself again.
“Ysenia!” my mother calls out from the front porch. She’s smiling ear-to-ear and waving.
“Hi, Mom!” I say, wheeling my suitcase down the driveway.
“Javier! Help your daughter!” she yells behind her into the house.
“I’m coming. I’m coming. Stop your hollerin’,” my dad fusses, stepping onto the porch. He rushes down the few steps and over to me.
“It’s okay, Dad. I got it,” I laugh.
He frowns at me unapprovingly and shakes his head. Then before I can argue, he grabs the handle of my suitcase with one hand and wraps his other arms around me tenderly.
“Hi, Mija,” he smiles.
“Hi, Dad.” I lean into his embrace. He’s warm and smells of muscle rub.“Smelling good these days,” I tease.
“Ah. Not you too,” he chuckles. “Your mother is always giving me a hard time about my muscle cream.”
“Well, I still love you anyway, Old Man,” I giggle.
“Love you too, Mija. Do you have more bags?” he asks, looking behind me.
“You know me. I always travel lightly. No need for all that fuss.”
“Where on Earth is your purse?” my mother gasps.
“What?” I shriek, realizing I don’t have my purse.
I rush past my father and head back to my car. With a quick click of theunlockbutton, I swing the passenger door open and begin searching. My blood runs cold when my purse is nowhere in sight.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I let out a heavy sigh and lean my head against the headrest of my car. “Where on Earth is it?”
