Hot Shower

If one could go back in time and change the course of action, then I would have erased the day Daniel Montero came into my mother's life. I would have destroyed their marriage. I would have tossed him a thousand miles away from our lives. 

Only if we knew before. 

Daniel Montero came into our life like a soft flower petal, floating in the cool spring breeze, like someone you could rely your dear life on, but in the end, he turned into something dangerous, something poisonous like bleeding hearts. 

Movement in my hands, snapped my attention to the sleeping figure. But no. His eyes were still closed. He had been doing this since yesterday, moving his fingers, sometimes eyelids, but that was about it. My ears craved to hear his voice, to listen to him guiding me to the right path, to stop me from the sun I was about to commit. 

I rubbed my thumb over the soft,