Humberto’s point of view
I walked up the highway, rain drops blurring my view of the road ahead, the night was chilly, my fingers were numb, but I ran it over my wet hair as I brushed it off my face.
I heard running footsteps behind me. I didn’t need to turn before I’d know who it was. I had already asked Gina to go back. I need some time alone.
My head feels heavy and I find it really hard to breathe at this point.
“I went to Aurora,” Gina said as she caught up with me and I went stiff. I shot my gaze at her.
She gulped and looked down as I furrowed my brows and stared at her, boiling in rage, “Why,” I growled low. My voice was deep and inhumane.
“I… I had to… I can’t see her hurting you this…”
“What is it to you? Why do you care?” the tone of my voice was increasing. I balled my f
