Camila
With Dante's hand reassuringly in the small of my back, we descended the staircase. “You're trembling," he whispered.
I was. My hands were also ice cold. The aroma of food met us as we stepped onto the first floor, twisting my already-nervous stomach. The din of voices faded as if we'd walked onto a stage already filled with characters.
Sergio, Papá's bodyguard, stood near the front door. I longed to ask him about Miguel. Instead, I stayed at my husband's side. My mother was with Mia near the food, Viviana was tending to something on the kitchen island. Jano, Em, and Papá were outside, probably discussing last night's attack.
Mama turned toward us. Her bloodshot eyes scanned over us as I leaned into Dante. “Me partiste el corazόn." She clenched her heart.
“Tu rompiste el mio
