Sara Ikari Rodriguez
The moment the hot water hit my skin, I trembled. Last night's conversation replayed in my mind, and I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. I bawled like a child. What did I do to deserve this? I couldn't control my sobs.
After what felt like an eternity, I finally collected myself and stepped out of the shower. That's when the stark reality hit me: I hadn't brought any clothes. Great... just great.
I made a mental note to visit my apartment and move my luggage here.
A sudden knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. My breath hitched. Matio. The name flashed through my mind, and I swallowed hard, a knot forming in my throat.
I pulled my towel up to cover myself properly.
"Come in," I said.
The petite figure of Maria walked in, smiling, with a pile of
