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“What happened?” Jack asked, moving toward Pilar with a hand on his hip.
She couldn’t speak. Her eyes watered as she sat on the edge of her bed, fear flooding every vein in her body.
“What the hell is that?” Jack asked.
“It’s a cactus flower,” Pilar said, finally finding her voice.
“What’s a cactus flower? And why is it in your drawer?”
“Carlos,” she whispered. “He used to bring them to me. He always told me they reminded him of us. Something beautiful from something ugly. I never understood why he said that. Not until I found out who he really was.”
“f**k,” Jack breathed. He looked around the room. “We need to get out of here, Pilar. As soon as possible.”
She nodded and slammed the drawer closed, leaving the offending flower, and all her underwear, behind. She couldn’t bring her
