Cassandra Leone:–
It was already late at night, Eliseo was not back yet. I was leaning against the window of our bedroom, my arms crossed against my chest, the silk robe clung to my body, the storm of uneasiness mixing inside of me. The storms were howling out in the windlass, but it was not that that made me cold. It was silence. The type of silence that can enter in your bones and tell you that something is not right.
What he said was that he would soon be back, and that he would bring victory. Yet I knew it in my blood--that evil voice of premonition that had always blessed and cursed me so many times. I was not only anxious. I was frightened. I walked the room with one hand defensively on my belly. I would look at the door or my phone every few minutes but to no avail. No text. No ca
