MAIA SOLIS
Damon holds my hand tightly, understanding that if I could, I would go in the exact opposite direction we are going. To have coffee at the same table as Daniel.
While everyone pretended not to have read anything in the newspapers, I was terrified.
I can only imagine Isobel's gaze on me, Helena's curiosity and Edmund's condemnation. Maybe having all this attention from everyone will distract me from the one I don't want at all. And it's precisely the one who welcomes me when we arrive at the restaurant.
"Good morning! Are you calmer?" Daniel asks seriously as if he cares about me.
"Cariño?"
I stop walking, despite Damon's desire to keep going.
Cariño.
It was the affectionate way he addressed me in my second language. It was the unique way he addressed me. Like a unique
