CATALINA
I haven't slept for days. I keep thinking about it. I tried not to, but it just happens. Miguel didn't speak to me after that night, he didn't come down for breakfast either. If this was his own way of punishing me, then he's won. I couldn't take it anymore. Why does he keep confusing me? I was supposed to hate him but these days I didn't understand the feelings I had for him. Miguel had always been like a storm to me, dangerous, unpredictable, and impossible to control. But in that shower, under the cold ice water, I saw something else. Desire. Control. A cruel kind of tenderness.
I hated him.
I hated him more because I wanted him.
I decided to explore more of the house today, partly to keep my mind off him and partly because I was bored, and curious. I heard footsteps behind
