Natalie makes it to the house before she lets the tears fall freely. Her emotions are raw, she throws around things, she shatters her favourite mug, she sweeps the grocery she’d gotten off the kitchen table. Pissed and no longer in the mood to prepare the chicken soup she had in mind to make for her mother.
That’s what people like Rafael do, they rip off the little things you look forward to without a remorse.
But it’s her fault, she could get mad all she wanted it was still her fault. He was on his own when she called and asked for his assistance. He didn’t ask her to, so could have chosen any other alternative, but she choose him, the ruthless Rafael Sanchez, who had no human empathy.
Everything happening to her now, were consequences of her own actions, and there was no one to blam
