JEREMÍAS
My mom thinks the same thing too. She thinks I had actually intended to hurt Ashley back then.
And I hadn't told her the truth. How come I didn't tell her the truth? All these years, she believed it was the truth.
“That was a long time ago, mom,” I say, my voice low. “It's forgotten.”
She comes closer, presses both of her palms on my cheeks, looking at my face. “I'm sorry, Jere dear,” she says softly. “I brought it up because you weren't listening. You don't even like her, yet you're getting close to her, just because you want to mess with your brother. Look at her. ”
My gaze drifts across the room, cutting through the suits and gown until it locks onto Ashley. She is now settled down on a chair, a lone figure, her eyes flickering towards me every few seconds. She is so del
