I try not to since I don't think she deserves it, but, God, it's so hard not to cry. She is the first face I can remember and even though she was horrible and I hated her, she was the loses thing I had to an actual mother. And now she lays dead at my feet.
Do I have the Stockholm Syndrome? The one that makes you love your abuser?
Carol wraps his hands around me. He doesn't cry, u I can see the sadness behind his eyes.
Camila looks at us in silence, giving us some space.
This is stupid. I don't need space. I hated her and she deserved to die. I shake my head.
"You saw inside her soul. What did she want?" Carol asks trying to sound cold.
Getting back to business is exactly what we need.
Camila makes a weird face like she hesitates.
"Do you want to know why she came, or everything?" S
