“You have some explaining to do.” My brother interrogated me as I sat on my bed, trying to think of the right words to say. “Who are those men? And your boyfriend? When in the hell did you get a boyfriend?!”
“God, not you too.” I groaned, “Why can’t everyone just forget about the idea of Ramón and I. We’re never getting back together.”
“I don’t care about that.” He dismissed my words quickly, “I’m talking about the fact that they are Russian. Or did you just think I was too blind to notice that?”
I nervously chuckled a little, but my brother didn’t find anything funny.
“It’s complicated.” I sighed out, “You wouldn’t understand.”
“Yes, I would. Try me.” He argued, making me groan in frustration.
I stood up from my bed and retrieved the unedited copy of the flash drive I’ve been k
