HECTOR
Alex stared at me like I’d grown two heads, and lost both. His face was a flickering reel of disbelief, confusion, and something close to fury.
“Huh?” he said slowly, narrowing his eyes. “What did you just say? That you’re finding a what now? A suitable… Jesus Christ, what the f**k do you mean by that?”
I inhaled deeply, trying to ground myself. This conversation was already shredding me from the inside. Repeating myself only made it worse. Like peeling back the same old wound that never healed right.
“I mean,” I said, voice low, “I’m giving Rubi a chance. A real chance. At happiness.”
His eyebrows shot up. “By setting her up with some other guy?” His disbelief was palpable, his voice rising. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?”
On another day, I might have snapped at his tone.
