Ximena’s POV
“Damn it!” I slammed the closet door out of anger. Nothing was inside.I searched everywhere: the drawers, the desk, the nightstand, and even the bed. Nothing. Abso-bloody-lutely nothing. I stood in the middle of the room, my heart racing like a racecar. I was steeped in my own sweat. Something clicked in my head. One more place to rummage. I shot to the vanity table, pulling open all its drawers and rummaging through it.“What are you looking for?” Hudson asked instantly, making my spirit jump out of me. I jerked up to my feet, looking for a hole to bury myself. Has he seen through the picture? Has he found out I was about to betray him? What will he do to me? Last night, I lied my way out of his interrogation.“I…I was just,” I stuttered. My brain was just void of any lie.“Looking for this?” he asked, showing me one of my mother’s stuff in my possession; a necklace. You are just amazing, dear God.“Oh, my days! I
