“…do you hear me? I don’t want to stay here any longer. I want to leave.”
The whisper of that female voice slowly pulls me from my sleep. I blink several times but keep my head buried in the pillow.
“With what’s going on right now, you’re not going anywhere, Bianca.”
This time I recognize the uncompromising tone of Michael Cárdenas. What are they doing in this room? I freeze and hesitate to show I’m awake, but their hushed voices resume:
“You know very well I’m more in danger here, with you, than far away from all this.”
“Exactly. I’ll never be able to intervene if you go back to Polanco.”
“No one will know I’m there, for God’s sake! I’ll be with my fiancé and they won’t even think to look for me.”
The moment feels so intimate I curl up on myself. The second I move, their conversati
