CATALINA
The drive home was silent, yet thick with so many unspoken words. Alejandro didn't say anything to counter what the old woman had said about the Montoyas, and I didn't press any further.
She knew exactly what she was saying, and it was pretty obvious.
“They always have issues with my family.” He said softly, clenching his fists against the steering wheel.
I sighed, looking out through the window. “Was she telling a lie?”
He took his gaze away from the road, and I felt them in me. “What do you think?”
“Your father seems like a cool man, but your mum..” I trailed off, recalling the first and last dinner I happened to attend with their family. “She spoke with so much pain in her eyes.”
“Is that what you think?” He asked calmly and when I didn't say anything, he nodded.
“My fa
