I groan, feeling a pounding headache as I open my eyes. The brightness slamming directly into my eyes, I continue blink as I adjust my eyes. “Arabella? Hey, are you okay?” I see Rodrigues sat beside me; I smile nodding my head.
“I had the weirdest dream, I saw Ace.” I chuckle out.
“That wasn’t a dream Arabella.” My eyes lock with his, he pushes a strand of my hair out of the way. “He’s waiting in the living room.”
“What? Where are the kids?”
“Abuela took them in…do you want to see him?” He is alive. The man I cried over for five years, the man who still had my hear is alive and in the room only a few feet away. Fear creeps up my arms, I thought he was dead. He is supposed to be dead! No matter how many times I wished for him not to be, I never thought of the day where I would had to fa
