I paused after a fierce swing that sent the ball sailing farther than before, turning to Miro with the frustration still simmering but easing with every word.
He gave me an impressed nod before readying the next ball.
“And don’t think for a second that I still feel anything for him and that’s why I’m frustrated. It’s just their audacity that gets me so mad!” I groaned. “Gosh, I just want karma to hit them the right way.”
“It will,” Miro said, adding something for the first time since I started venting. “They’ll see and they’ll regret it. But it will be too late.”
“It just infuriates me how they twist everything, how Diego can threaten and rage and still think he’s the victim.”
Miro listened without judgment, nodding as he pitched and fetching balls when the pile ran low.
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