I wouldn’t have believed that Tessa had done this to Dalia if I hadn’t seen it for myself.
“This is a mess,” Rafael said with a tired sigh.
“I saw her push Dalia. I saw it.”
Rafael rubbed his hand against his face, smearing a little bit of blood across his cheek. “Weren’t you the one who confessed your feelings to her, was it not some week ago? Saying how much you felt for her. Are you really this quick to change your mind?”
“What am I supposed to do when she’s so spiteful, huh?” I asked, my voice cracking but I didn’t care. “Pretend this didn’t happen? Pretend like she didn’t try to kill my sister? Or act like this won’t happen again?”
Rafael opened his mouth, probably to try to reason with me, but I didn’t want to listen so I cut him off.
“Forget it. I’m going home.”
The drive
