Elijah Vega.
I linger at the door for a second after I shut it.
I’ve been on edge at her avoidance to my calls. I thought I had her—only to lose her before I even really got to hold her. It chewed at me and got me thinking, was it the way I let us happen? Should I have not let us take each other so she would not be confused?
But now, knowing it was all a misunderstanding, is water onto a flame. It was only a few minutes after I arrived back at the estate that I saw Paloma exactly when she passed the landscape. How could I not know it was her? Small slow legs in a pair of leggings and kitten heels.
When I reach the floor, I'm still on the memory of Paloma's lips when I see Abby signing for a package from the housekeeper. She notices me and smiles.
"Welcome to the Vega house.” I start.
