POV Valeria
I sit on the bed, disoriented. The scent of s*x still lingers in the air. The sheets are completely disheveled, and a faint light filters through the window facing the street. I walk barefoot with trembling hands and peer out to see if I can spot his car, but it’s not there either.
I bring my hands to my face and rub it, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill, but it’s useless; they soon soak my cheeks.
“I’m an i***t,” I repeat to myself a thousand times in my head.
A few minutes later, convinced that I need to gather my dignity and leave, I put on my underwear and then head to the bathroom to freshen up. I thought about brushing my teeth with my index finger, but noticing a toothbrush with toothpaste and a small container of mouthwash, I use them instead. I als
