Adriana's POV
I hurried into my room and shut the door, staring at the blood stains on my palms. Rushing to the bathroom, I scrubbed my hands vigorously, washing them as many times as possible until they became pale and spotless.
My gasping had subsided, but I still needed my medicine. I retrieved two pills from the pack in my drawer and as I swallowed them, a sigh of relief escaped my lips.
My phone rang again for the umpteenth time and the caller was still Juan. I declined the call once more and activated Do Not Disturb.
Even in my shock, I had somehow managed to hear Juan say that he loved me and one thing I was sure of was that I had only ever thought of him as my elder brother.
I lacked the courage to answer his call or express what I truly felt. Besides, I blamed the both of us
