ANEIRA
I sat in the chair in my room as Sandra brushed my hair.
My mind was wandering elsewhere, wondering what my mother meant when she told me my father's death was something he should have seen coming.
It sounded oddly suspicious since my father had told me at the hospital that my mother had wanted him dead and wanted to finish the job she had started.
I thought he was bluffing and was confused when he made that statement, especially after my mother had told me he was hallucinating and made no sense in most things he said.
"Rafael won't take his eyes off you. You'll be the only thing he'd want for breakfast, lunch, and dinner," she chuckled. "You're beautiful and breathtaking. So—" she leaned back as she looked at me through the mirror. "Are you ready for the evening?"
