Talk about a mood killer.
“What happened?” I asked quickly.
She waved me inside and I followed her to her new couch where she flings herself dramatically. “What didn’t happen today? I got the whole fifth degree.”
I nod, picking up her feet so I can sit on the cushion and placing them on my lap. “I know, I’m sorry.”
“What’s even with that anyway? Why is it so important that he knows all this stuff? I don’t even know that much about your family, I’m still being kept in the dark and I’m tired of it Alejandro. If I’m going to be part of your family then I deserve to know what the f**k is going on.”
Her words sank in slowly as I began to digest what it is she was asking of me, what it was she was saying. She’s asking for a lot, she’s asking for things that I’m not sure I can even share wi
