CATALINA
Slowly, I opened my eyes, my vision was blurry, and my body was still trembling. My breath came in shallow gasps as the memory of what I had just witnessed replayed in my mind. Blood. Gunshots. Miguel's cold, unbothered laughter.
I blinked a few times, trying to make sense of where I was. The curtains and the feel of the fabric beneath me— I was on my bed, in my room.
"You're awake," a familiar voice said.
I turned my head and found Andrés sitting close to me, his arms crossed over his chest. His usual playful demeanor was gone, replaced by something unreadable.
"What happened?" My voice was weak.
"You fainted," he replied simply.
I swallowed hard. "I saw—" I couldn't finish the sentence, I was still scared.
Andrés shushed me. "You don't have to say it."
My stomach chur
