Dealing with Sara

At first, I thought it was to make sure I hadn’t run away, but one night, he touched me. He didn’t know I was awake, and his fingers grazed my cheek, brushing my hair back. I waited for him to climb into our bed, but after a few seconds, the door clicked shut and he was gone.

Tonight, everything is off. I feel it deep in my gut that something is wrong. Alfredo isn’t petty—he doesn’t have time for that passive-aggressive nonsense. He wouldn’t stay out all night to vex me.

No. Something is wrong.

I open the door of our suite and listen to the movement below me. It sounds as if the whole house is up and my first thought is panic, but I fight it back.

I belong to the Alvrado’s brotherhood now, no matter how hard I try to fight this , I promised Alfredo I’d look after affairs at home and I have to fulfil the promises to make him know I am not a weakling. I hurry back into the bedroom and dress appropriately like most wives of the brotherhood would dress, although it’s my first time doing t