ROSELINE
When I wake up, Mateo is seated on the bed, his back against the headboard.
"Good morning," I say, sitting up and leaning back on his chest, "How long have you been reading my diary?"
"A long time now, I see someone really missed me."
He puts the diary on the nightstand and kisses me. When he deepens the kiss, I straddle his lap but he winces, forcing me to hop off almost immediately.
"Did I hurt you?" I ask and he nods. "It wasn't so bad, though."
There's a light knock at the door and before I get up to see who is there, Sandra walks into the room.
"Good morning, Rosesline," she says, "Did I interrupt anything?"
I bite at my nails, a little mortified, "No, not really. I was just asking Mateo how long he's been reading my diary."
"How's my son doing?" She asks, taking a s
