Chapter 93: It’s Not A Threat It’s A Warning
When I came to my senses, I stopped crying and cleaned myself with warm water. I can’t afford to have a shower installed in this rustic apartment. With whatever installed on this will also be the one that my son and I could use — except the appliances that Tomás bought for us. Because as long as I can remember, Tomás’s things are off-limits for me.
After taking a bath, I wore a new cleaned shirt and began cleaning the apartment like the housewife that I am. Around eight in the morning, while I was vacuuming the carpet, my son’s bedroom door open. There, Hugo was yawning as he rubbed his eyes.
“Good morning, baby,” turning off the vacuum as I approached my son, kneeling as I level on his height, wrapping his slender body in my arms, and s
