Tara wanted to lay under the covers, to sleep and never wake up, to forget all that had transpired in the morning. But as she got out of the bathroom, she found herself telling Antonio in a hushed tone, “I need to go to the bank.”
He raised both eyebrows at her. “What for?”
“I need a new phone. Mine…”
She couldn’t finish her words for she choked on her tears and bit back a sob. She was an emotional wreck to say the least. She herself didn’t know how to handle her terrible mood swings. She couldn’t possibly expect Antonio to know how to care for her, considering the circumstances. Her experience was much too traumatizing to her. And he was no shrink.
“Oh cariña,” he let out in a tone that indicated he didn’t know how to deal with her, or so it seemed to her.
“I’m sorry,” she apolog
