Chapter 133

In the kitchen, Valeria watched the kettle boil until the water bubbled furiously. She had filled it to the brim, and now the boiling water was starting to spill over. She finished rinsing the fruit, sliced the apples and oranges into pieces, and carried a glass of water out into the living room. But Sebastian wasn't there. He was standing out on the small balcony, looking down at the two pots of Bear's Paw succulents with yellowing leaves and a cactus that was already long dead. Valeria was the kind of person who could kill even the hardiest plants. Two dogs lay at the door to Selena's bedroom, tails wagging gently as they sniffed her bandaged foot, worry practically written on their faces. Though she was discharged, Selena was still a little dizzy. The stitches on her foot wouldn't come out for a few more days, and she still couldn't put weight on it. Valeria had carried her into the bedroom to rest. "Mommy, will you and Mr. Grant fight again?" Selena asked. "We won't," Valer