"Are you going to keep quiet, dear Juliet?" Freddy insists in a sly voice.
My legs weaken as I listen to him and my hands feel shaky as I realize what this call means. He knows I'm involved with his family... Although, I can't deduce from one question how much of the story he knows the truth.
"Something's wrong, Julieta?, you've gone pale for the second time today... I'm going to think you've contracted Malaria or some tasteless disease that has already been eradicated." Mrs. Hadda complains and again I am taken hostage by that feeling that my body is too heavy, that my tongue is heavier than the whole world and I am not able to articulate a single word.
I have no choice, or at least I can't find any other viable option, but to hang up the phone.
I feel the extreme need to be with Anth
