Arturo’s POV
Angry, more than pressured, I feel frustrated. The pressure I feel increases every minute. I can't believe she refuses to accept me. Since when does what I say to her have no value? She won't be able to do it alone, not with three babies. If she thinks she can reject me, she's mistaken. I helped her when she lost her parents; I was there when she was alone. She can't just push me aside so easily.
“What are you thinking about? I can see that there's a battle in your mind.”
“It's nothing, Armando. It's just Arya.”
“And are you going to keep on with this? Have you lost your mind? Just leave her, old man. You haven't looked for her all this time, and now you decide to come back?”
“You don't understand, Armando. I don't plan on losing her.”
“Old man, you lost her when you lef
