Trish
“Esa perra tiene suerte de que ya esté muerta.” [That b***h is lucky she is already dead.] Rebel says after listening to my story. He pulls me into his arms and holds me tightly. “I don’t know what you just said. I am still learning, and that was too fast for me to catch,” I say and he smiles.
“It doesn't matter. If your foster mom was still alive, I would've killed her myself. I am so sorry for everything you have been through, Trish. But you have me now, and I will always protect you,” he says, kissing my forehead. “No, I am sorry I can’t give you the one thing you want the most. I should have told you at the beginning. I will understand if you want to end this,” I say, looking down.
“Stop talking nonsense. I have you and I have Zia. That is all I need. If you can’t bear child
