JOSHUA
I was in a mixed state of rage and shock. How could a woman as noble as Estefanía have lived through something so intense and traumatic? She didn't deserve it. She deserved all the beautiful things in this world, and I was willing to give them to her.
I hugged her.
She buried her face in my chest and shed a few tears. We stayed silent for a minute; I wanted to give her that space to let out everything she had bottled up inside. She needed to release it and share that pain with me so her burden would be lighter. I was willing to accept that which was so hard for her to talk about, make it mine, and help her climb out of that hole.
I only hoped we truly had a chance to do so and that she could have the normal, peaceful life she longed for, just like Josué.
"That bastard was obses
