"Mr. Lincoln is waiting for you, Amiga. What are you waiting for?"
No matter how many times Moreau had to inhale just to accept the fact that her stepfather was already there. Reclining in a Royce Rolls with another man. Abihir seemed to be having a serious conversation, but Moreau never really thought that the man would actually show up after thinking Barbara would spend the entire day starting from lunchtime with her husband.
Moreau was sure that... Abihirt clearly knew she was riding alone. There was no need to be picked up, or anything, even if the man had said so first. Still... Moreau did not expect them to return home together, while her mother might have been waiting in hopes that there would not be a steep and painful betrayal.
"Amiga."
Juan's voice again tried to pull Moreau
