Santiago’s POV
After Jeremy selected Nadia’s clothes, we went down to an Italian restaurant for lunch. However, her habit for me didn’t change. I ordered scented cheese pasta for myself and sauced steak for her.
“Take it easy Nadia or you will end staining your shirt,” I wiped the ketch up stain by the side of her mouth with my handkerchief.
It is foreign to me that I have come to take her as my responsibility. Something I never did to other people. To sum it up, I was attracted to help her maybe it was because I saw myself in her.
Everyone has their nightmares and I have become curious to know her own story. After seeing her dangle on that tree that day, I became overly concerned about her. There was this feeling that lingers in my chest, a guilty and troubled one. I was su
