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It’s him. The man she was in love with all those years ago. Though how she managed to find him again it’s beyond me.
“Pleased to meet you,” Nicholas breaks the silence as he reaches forward to shake Raf’s hand. Always the polite gentleman, Raf does exactly that.
I’m still sulking behind, mentally calculating how fast I could get a gun and shoot her. There’s one in the closet by the bathroom. It will take me about a minute, maybe two. They’d be able to run.
“Interesting choice of clothing,” Nicholas comments, and it’s at that moment that my eyes flash at him. It doesn’t matter that I just now realize that we’re dressed in fluffy panda pajamas, or that we probably look ridiculous. What matters is the insult. Inmyhome.
“You…” I take a step forward, my finger pointed towards Lucero.
Raf is quick to hold me back just as Nicholas places himself in front of Lucero.
“Please let me explain, Noelle. I’ll tell you everything that happened that day. Just…”
“What are you going to say?” I grit out. “That you took my son to that sadist to be killed?”
Tears are already forming in my eyes as memories from that night flood my mind.
“He killed him in front of me,” I croak. “Hecrushedhim in front of me.”
A whimper escapes her at my words.
“I didn’t know…” she whispers. “I swear I didn’t know,” she releases a soft cry. “I thought you were dead…”
“I’m sure it was convenient for you to think so,” I snicker.
“We came back,” Nicholas suddenly says.
Both Raf and I stare at him.
“I was there that day, and after I took Luce to a hospital, we both came back to find the house burned to the ground. She really didn’t know you were alive.”
“What does it matter?” I shake my head. “I don’t care if you thought I was dead or alive when the fact of the matter remains that you tookmybaby and gave it to that monster, knowing full well what he would do with him.”
Raf doesn’t say a word, but I feel the tension ricochet through him, too. He’s hurting as much as I am, but he doesn’t interfere with my grief. His hand is still on my back, moving up and down in soothing motions—his way of letting me know he’s there with me.
“That’s why I’m here. I want to tell you the truth…”
“You sure have the gall to come tomyhouse after what you’ve done,” I grit out, not letting her talk. “You should be thankful I’m not putting a bullet through your head right where you’re standing.”
“Don’t talk to her like that,” her husband speaks in a low, chilling voice. “Listen to what she has to say, or you might regret it.”
“Why would I—” I don’t get to finish my sentence when a child’s voice resounds from the back.
“Mommy, mommy,” she cries out, and it’s not long before she comes into view.
Great! Now Lucero has a child, too. She took away mine but she gets to have her own.
My entire body hums with grief, anger, and so much frustration at my own situation. She has what I’llneverget to have. How is that fair?
She’s a little girl of about two or three, with blonde hair, ruddy cheeks, and a pair of startling aquamarine eyes. She’s dressed in a black dress with red fringes at the bottom. She looks like a doll—a beautiful, almost surreal doll.
God, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a prettier child!
A woman in her thirties trails behind her, an apologetic expression on her face.
“I tried to stop her,” the woman tells Lucero, and I quickly put two and two together. She must be the nanny and the little girl must be Lucero’s kid.
Damn it! Now that she has a child, I won’t be able to kill her.
