Catalina POV
“Why did you bring her here, Mateo?"
Mateo? Wasn't his name Matias? Also, 'her?' I have a name!
“Papa," I breathed, but my heart dropped when I saw his expression. He looked sickly, pale, and gaunt. It seemed like he hadn't eaten in days.
“Long time no see, Rodri," Matias… Mateo?... greeted Papa. He extended his hand for a handshake, but my papa wouldn't return the gesture.
I just wanted to burst through the doorway, and go home; I wanted to give Papa a hug and have him tell me everything was just a big misunderstanding. I just wanted to sleep in my own bed again. But, Papa wouldn't let us in.
Matias retracted his arm and remarked, “I came here to return your daughter." His voice was much more firm than it had been when he initially greeted my father.
“I can't take her
