Chapter 114

Alejandro's POV I had had enough of blood. I'm worn out from running. I'm sick of waking up with my hand beneath the pillow, constantly reaching for the gun I vowed never to touch again. I kept telling myself that this little house on the edge of nowhere, Camila's laughter, and the way her belly grew every day, like a slow promise, were all signs of peace. I could be someone else, I told myself. For her. For the child. Peace, however, is a flimsy illusion. "Have you finished fixing the fence?" The clatter of dishes muffled Camila's voice as she called from the kitchen. "Yes, I did patch it this morning." I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorway to observe her movements. Even when she was upset with me, she continued to glow. "Did you use duct tape again?" She raised an eyebrow. "It functions." She rolled her eyes. "I'm blaming you if this baby inherits your lazy tendencies." I walked over, put my arms around her from behind, and laughed. Her warmth calmed the storm inside me. I