DEMETRIA
The closer I got to my apartment door, the harder my heart pounded in my chest. I don’t know why common sense abandoned me, and I ended up in Marion’s beach house last night. Now, after telling him I was his woman, the fear was clawing at me again.
I wasn’t scared of him hurting me. What terrified me was what could come of this. I know I said I wanted to live a little, but maybe I’d just taken it too far.
I unlocked the door and stepped inside.
Papá sat on the couch, slipping his reading glasses off as soon as he saw me. “Buenos días, mija.” Good morning, my girl. His tone was soft, but the weight behind it told me he’d been waiting.
“Buenos días también, Papá,” Good morning to you too, dad. I said, shutting the door behind me. My voice lacked strength, and judging from the n
