I walked over to my father, who seemed to be in a conversation with Pablo. “Father, I'll take my leave now.” The sides of his eyes wrinkled more.
“Where are you going?” “I'm going home.” He chuckled lightly.
“We always spend a day or two when we come here.” “I know but…”
“You're staying. It's not a request.” He cut me off and resumed talking to Pablo. Great, now I have to sleep under the same roof with someone who wants to kill me.
I walked back to the balcony and sat there quietly. Thoughts of Hillary filled my head. “What are you doing here all by yourself?”
My head snapped to Rafael, and I gave him a disgusted look. I sighed and relaxed into my chair, ignoring him totally.
“How's your search going?” “What search?”
He took steps closer to me. “You know, the person that has bee
