~~FABIOLA~~
I should have gone home. I should be with Isabella.
Her mother just overdosed, for God’s sake. But my feet refuse to obey my conscience. Instead, they lead me toward the ward where Francisca is being kept.
I need one last look. I want to see that face, unconscious and powerless—to find the answer to the only question that matters: Did she have a hand in Alex’s death? Hell, did she have a hand in anything about him? Worse, I’m having this feeling… it can’t be doubt on alex fidelity… he loved me and always did.
The hallway is freezing. Through the small glass window of the door, I see her. Black hair is scattered over the white pillow like ink. A beautiful monster. I feel a strange spark of satisfaction that she’s there. Weak. Maybe because my brain is making me want to hate
