Becky’s voice trembled. Her back pressed to the wall.
“What are you doing here? I thought you were in prison. How are you?”
Diego smirked. He slowly licked his lips, his eyes roaming around the living room.
“Still as beautiful as ever,” he said softly. “Aren’t you going to let me in?”
Without waiting, he walked inside. He looked around the house like a hunter observing new territory.
From his pocket, he pulled out a red lollipop, unwrapped it lazily, and tossed it in his mouth.
“Wow! Wow!” he said, nodding with mock approval. “This is a huge house. We did catch a big fish, didn’t we?”
Becky said nothing. Her legs felt heavy. Her hands shook, and her breath was loud.
He walked over to her and spun her around. His breath touched her ear.
“You stopped visiting me in prison,” he whisp
