I try to fight Carlos as he shoves me into the front seat. How could I have missed all the signs? Were they there all along?
“Why are you doing this?” I yelled as I pushed my feet against him, trying to push him back. He grips the top of the car with one hand though keeping me from moving him too far.
“I just want to talk to you alone,” His voice is pleading, but his eyes frightened me as they glared back at me. I see the anger in them.
“Carlos, this is not the right way,” I cried, trying to keep his attention on me as he tries to push me inside and close the door.
“We’ll go to Mexico, just you and me. We can start our lives over,” Carlos seems to have lost it, not even hearing what I’m saying anymore.
“You’re hurting me!” I tried to shove him again as he used his body to try to
