AMIRA
“I just want to talk to my daughter!” a voice shouted from behind me.
Startled, I turned around to see Paul wrestling with Andres. A library is the last place you'd expect to find two grown men grappling with each other. The absurdity of the situation made me want to bury my face—why on earth were they causing such a scene here of all places?
“Let him go,” I said to Andres, my voice strained with embarrassment. The hushed whispers and curious glances of the other library patrons were unbearable. If they didn't stop, we’d surely be kicked out.
“I have strict orders not to let him or any of his family near you,” Andres responded firmly, his grip on Paul unyielding.
Of course, Jared would issue such an order. Sighing in frustration, I insisted, “Let him through, Andres. You're emba
