HOW LONG WOULD NORMAL LAST
Lorenzo’s POV
After jogging for close to thirty minutes and feeling like I have finally managed to dispel some of the restless energy coiled inside me, I slow down to a brisk walk, sweat clings to my skin, chest rising and falling in steady rhythm, but the tension beneath my ribs refuses to fully loosen no matter how hard I push my body, there is always something left simmering underneath—anger,
My phone vibrates in my palm.
Come over when you can, it is urgent.
—Abuella.
I stare at the message longer than necessary.
Something serious must be happening for her to summon me like this. Abuella does not do “urgent” unless it serves a purpose. She is not a woman who panics, he is a woman who is calculative
I immediately place a call to Rafael.
“Get my car re
