Miracle
The morning sun streamed through the mansion windows, and I turned around to find a space beside me. Leonel had already left for his usual Saturday morning golf game, and I sat up, gasping to control my breath, when I remembered the incriminating photos on my phone.
They were a ticking time bomb, threatening to explode in my carefully constructed world.
I felt like I was running crazy and desperately needed to confide in Dani. Grabbing my keys, I bolted out the door, the roar of the car engine mirroring the frantic pounding of my heart.
The drive to Dani's apartment felt longer than usual; every passing second heightened my fear. Reaching her building, I pounded on the door, shouting Dani's name over and over until her neighbor emerged, giving me an annoyed look for disrupting
