I closed my eyes and nodded. There was no turning back. It's time to reveal to him all the things about me. I don't want him to kick me out of this place.
“Yes, Señor. Larra is my real name. Larra Reagan, to be exact. And I’m here because I want to live. I cannot die yet. I need to leave because I want to get back to those people who ruined my life.” My tears became colder when I said the last sentence. I was so determined and I would do everything just to make that happen. One day.
He was so focused and curious. “Ruined your life? Who?”
Before I answered his question, I asked him first, “That man you were talking to earlier, how long have you known him, Señor? Have you known him for a long time?”
“Which of the two are you exactly referring to? The man who was in his gray polo or the m
