Getting ready for the day

Ivonne’s POV

It was already down but we barely moved to get ready for the day or do anything else.

Every time I tried to think of something else, that single realization played in my head over and over like a cruel replay — I’d been drugged, My mother had been murdered while asking Someone not to hurt me, then Someone else (or maybe the same person) had planned to harm me and Hector.

All this had happened a year ago. And I never even knew until now.

Dear goddess! what else did I miss? Was the attempt on my life yesterday even the first one? Or had I just been somehow walking through dangers cluelessly?

Hector was quiet too. He sat on the couch across from the bed now, eyes half open, jaw tight, like a man ready to punch whoever dared to breathe wrong.

He seemed to be off in his own world, probably mind linking his Beta or something.

I didn’t say anything, and neither did he. The silence between us was heavy — not awkward, just… loaded.

When the bright light of mid morning began filt