Alejandro
For a moment, Katrina looks stunned, stupefied, her wide eyes instantly filled with guilt and regret for whatever reason.
It last only a second, a second too long, before the mask of indignation is back on her face. As she steps toward me, her head raised high in an instant, not a trace of that sudden confusion at seeing me here, she looks determined. And pissed. Good. I am pissed too. Even more so as I hold her gaze, trying not to fixate about the way she stands tall and proud in front of me, looking like she did nothing wrong. Maybe she doesn’t care, maybe it’s all a game to her after all - my life, my legacy, her father’s murder even- it’s not a part of her life, her real life back at her home. Are we all some life-sized puppets she’s come to play with before she goes back t
