When I woke up the next morning, I was still laying on Carlos’s chest. We were completely naked and curled up under the sheets. I grinned to myself as I stroked his pecks gently. It was strange, I know it was quick for me to move on but it felt like this was fate. He was there, always looking out for me and taking care of me when Leon wasn’t. He never lied to me and always made sure that I was safe. Why didn’t I see this sooner? When I was trapped in that cellar, was I really happy to see Leon? Or did I feel safe knowing that Carlos was there for me? And what about at the lake... I felt an intense rage when José strangled him and punched him over and over again. The heart ache of his body hitting the floor from being pummelled by the big oaf should have been a sign. It’s what gave me the s
