June’s Point of View
“June…”
His voice was soft, almost broken, my name leaving his lips like a prayer he was afraid would be left unanswered. His eyes darted back and forth—from me to the red folder clutched in my arms like a shield.
Dos was finally home.
I should be running to him right now. I should be wrapping my arms around him, burying my face in his chest, breathing him in after the longest four days of my life. I should be safe. I should be happy.
But instead, my chest burned like someone had carved out my heart and left nothing but jagged wounds behind.
Because the man standing in front of me wasn’t the Dos I knew. He wasn’t the man I loved, trusted, believed in.
All I could see when I looked at him was betrayal.
“June, let me explain…” he whispered, stepping forward cauti
