Sincere words and tragedies
It felt like the car ride months ago, the all too familiar awkward silence filled the car as Santos and I sat at the far edges of the seat. His sharply shaped jaw was tensing, I could see it ticking relentlessly he had every right to be angry I couldn't deny him that, being married to Santos but associating with Dario like that wasn't exactly a good idea. “I didn't know you were coming to meet me” I finally decided to break the silence. Santos was usually busy this time of day, usually all day every day but of course, at the worst possible time, he would be around. His cold mint eyes narrowed in on me full of distrust and accusations that haven't been spoken yet. I was waiting for it, however. “Cant I surprise my wife?” ‘my wife’ the words sounded so territorial as he said them “I wanted
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