CHAPTER 33: Childhood
— LIA —
MY HANDS are cold and sweaty at the same time while I am waiting for the hospital staff to call my name. I asked Kelleon the other day if I could see a therapist for the reason that I wanted to get over my fear of guns.
He was more than willing to accompany me to the therapist. He put much effort into this. Kelleon even looked for the best therapist he could find and booked an appointment for me.
"Mi amor," he called me.
I turned my head to him. "Hmm?"
"Mama called me earlier," he said. "She asked me about when I'm going back to Spain."
I felt sad. His mother is already looking for him. If he goes back to Spain, I will be left here, alone.
"What did you tell your Mama?" I asked with a sad tone.
"I told her that I will ask you first."
I blinked a lo
