LOGINAdrielle HaleThe articles involving Pedro and I are relentless. Some support our relationship, which they call a reunion, while others seem to question Pedro's and my integrity. The arguments are the same: "She's married to Leonard."It's very easy for outsiders to see that my marriage to Leonard can be followed as such a loving example, but I lived through three years of abuse, with bruises, screams, and things breaking in the house. That's not the idea of a perfect marriage. In fact, it doesn't exist, but no one should subject themselves to a horrible marriage like the one I lived with Leonard."What are you thinking?" Pedro's voice rings softly inside the car.We're on our way to the restaurant he made a reservation at. From what he told me, it's in West Los Angeles. It's not that far from our house."There's a lot of criticism about us. I don't like it. I was the one who suffered Leonard's abuse all these years." You were exiled to Madrid and suffered for seven years. Why do pe
Adrielle HalePedro and I parted ways at the hospital. Abby didn't come home with me; she wanted to go with Sofia and Fernando to see Pedro's aunts, Margarita and Alejandra. If he had seen how our daughter decided to simply go with her abuelos, he would have been jealous. I understand her discomfort with him, but there are things involving our daughter that Pedro won't be able to control. He respects her decision, but his expression is always displeased.I tried to bring my things home, but Ross wouldn't let me, saying he would keep them if Lewis changed his mind. He won't change his mind; Lewis isn't like that. He's rude and determined.All I could bring home was my laptop. There's little reason for her to want to take it from me too.The security guards park the black Subaru in a far corner so it doesn't take up space when one of us arrives home. I park my car in front of the garage and get out. I grab my things and walk toward the house. Minnie greets me before I can even open the
Adrielle HaleI gather my things from my room and leave them at the reception desk. I return to Bruno's room but don't see Pedro. Minutes later, he appears accompanied by his mother. His face is frowning, bothered by something. When he enters the room, Fernando walks behind him. Now I understand his bad mood."Grandma. Grandma." Abby gets up excitedly to run toward them. "I missed you."Her arms wrap around her grandmother's legs and then around Fernando's, who seems happy to see her. Pedro stops beside me, staring intently at the small interaction between the man and our daughter. I know he feels uncomfortable not having this closeness with Abby and that he doesn't like Fernando, but it doesn't stop them from being close."I thought about taking you to the park later. What do you think?" Sofia suggests with a small smile."Woohoo! I want to go to the park, Grandma," Abby says excitedly.Sofia's smile widens, as does Fernando. I sense something's going on between them. It's unusual fo
Pedro HernandezI walk down the hallway toward the elevator. I press the button for the fourth floor, and it takes seven seconds to reach the floor. The elevator doors open, and I can see a long white corridor. There are rooms on all sides, and at the end of the corridor is a glass-walled room. A thin, gray-haired man sits in one of the chairs at the long conference table. It must be Lewis. He's on the phone, seemingly enjoying himself.I take firm steps toward him. With each step, I get closer to the room, but my presence doesn't catch his attention; he's focused on the secretary leaving the room in a skirt so short it shouldn't even be sold in this country. The wedding ring gleams on his ring finger, but he doesn't even bother to hide it. The secretary walks past me with the papers in her arms, and I don't even bother to look at her. I enter the room without even knocking first. Only then do his eyes focus on me."Honey, I have to go," he says to the person on the other end of the l
Pedro Hernandez"I want explanations. From both of us." We hear Lyla's voice echo from the hallway.Adie and I pull away enough to look at her, but we still maintain a close proximity. Lyla's expression is irritated. Her eyes are focused on both of us as she walks with firm, quick steps. So quick that her husband couldn't keep up. The little boy doesn't follow, and I assume he's with his grandparents."Good morning, Lyla," I greet her, reminding her that she didn't even greet us before starting to argue.She stops in front of us, takes a deep breath, and looks at us."Good morning," she says with a fake smile. "I want you to explain what's going on. There's a huge horde of photographers and reporters outside." There's news about you two, about the Williamses and all the chaos that accompanies them, and about the bodies found on Normandie Ave. — Lyla holds up a finger for each item she says, like a tally of problems.Victor stops right behind her, leaning forward so he can take a deep
Pedro HernandezBruno's room is silent. The machines are the only sound we can hear. Angela is sitting in an armchair, watching her uncle sleep peacefully. Her eyes focus on me and Abby the moment I enter the room. She seems curious about this, her eyes steady but curious. Abby runs to the other side of the bed, toward Angela."Good morning, doctor," my daughter greets her, her tone gentle."Good morning, Abby. How have you been?" Angela says, touching her shoulder gently."I'm fine. I have news," Abby answers with a wide smile.Angela returns her smile."I look forward to hearing it at our next session," she assures with a small smile.I close the door and take a few steps toward the bed, watching Bruno."Did he ever wake up?" I ask cautiously."No," Angela answers softly, keeping her eyes fixed on her uncle. "Dr. Williams said she doesn't know when he'll wake up. Maybe soon."I take a deep breath and nod. Seeing Bruno like this is completely different from what I thought I would see
Pedro HernandezI leave home at eight in the morning. Abby's session starts at nine, but the chaotic Los Angeles traffic keeps us from getting there on time without taking too long. On the way, I listen to the local radio station, where the host talks nonstop about Adrielle and me. There are some v
Pedro HernandezWith each step I climb, all I can think about is how good it felt to feel Adrielle's touch and her kiss. I've been longing for this for so many years. She's better than I remember. Gentler, sweeter, more affectionate. It seems like everything about her has improved over the years.I
Adrielle Hale Lyla watches me silently. She's been like this since I got here, and I can't blame her. Her steady eyes scan me from head to toe, and I can't tell if she's noticed any marks I've tried to hide with makeup. I can see her leg moving up and down, but no words echo in the room, and the
Adrielle Hale "Were you worried?" I'm fine, I just dropped my car off at the shop for a tune-up." Victor replies, leaning back against the couch and putting his arms behind his head. "I asked Pedro to drive me home." "Did you think it was safe to ask Pedro to drop you off after last night's inc







