Teresa
For a moment, I froze, wondering if this was a mistake or something else. Wasn't this the woman I just helped a few hours ago? What the hell was going on?
“I came here… actually, I'd just finished with the Luna and—”
“Please, you can't tell her,” she stopped me, the surprise replaced with pleading. She shut the door and crossed the room, taking my arm. “Promise me you'll keep quiet, please?”
I got more confused. I came here to check on her, and for a moment, she's acting like a little kid walked into her kitchen, and the next, like she saw a ghost.
“I… is there anything you need—”
“You don't understand,” she stopped me again, tears streaming down her face. “It's complicated. Me, the child, everything.”
Something funny was going on here, and it looked like I could easily use i
