Camila
With my pulse racing, I ignored the weary stares of my parents, hit the green icon, and lifted my backpack from the floor. In the few minutes since I'd lain it down, the bag had tripled in weight. Maybe it was the heaviness of my future that I was feeling. “Cat, espere por favor," I said, keeping my eyes downcast and making my way out of Papá's office.
Rushing past Sergio, I sprinted toward my bedroom. The home where I'd lived all my life was but a blur. Once inside my bedroom, I slammed the door and turned the lock. I wasn't under the misconception that a simple knob lock would keep my father or his guards out of my room if they wanted in. I just hoped the lock would be respected.
“Cat" —emotions bubbled in my voice— “do you know?"
“Are you alone?"
I froze and my chest seize
