Her foot was bleeding, her ankle swollen, and a piece of rebar was embedded in her flesh, with the other end exposed. Every movement made her break out in a cold sweat.
The driver asked, "Miss, are you okay? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"
"No, thank you." Carla gave him her home address.
"You have to get that wound treated. Why don't you call your family and have them take you to the hospital?"
Carla pursed her lips and whispered, "I don't have any family."
Leonel had passed away, and her brothers were only her brothers in name. Neither of them were her family.
By the time she got out of the car, Carla's foot was so swollen that she couldn't walk.
The villa was dark; Oliver probably wasn't back yet.
Carla found a stick on the ground to use as a crutch and limped slowl
