Chapter 74

Emiliano's pov I was imprisoned inside this white-walled facility. Other than the steady beep of machines and the gentle shuffle of nurses outside the door, the hospital room was quiet. The cold, oppressive stench stuck to me like a second skin. Why was everything so heavy? I felt as though my chest was collapsing, but nobody could see it. I counted the paint cracks as I gazed at the ceiling, each one representing a mental scar. Mom hadn't visited me today. The medications tasted better than the bitterness of her absence. Her scathing disappointment and icy warnings from the previous evening reverberated in my mind. I must now trust Alejandro, she said. Alejandro. Alejandro vanished and then reappeared, possessing secrets more profound than a bullet. I was unsure of what to believe. Did Alejandro emerge victorious? Or was Alejandro posing a threat? I hesitated as my phone softly buzzed on the bedside table. Camila's messages? No. Her voice unexpectedly caught my attention. She wasn't d