로그인Pedro 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
Adrielle Hale"What do you think about staying with your grandparents in the morning?" I ask Abby right after we finish breakfast.I don't intend to leave her at the hospital for long. I don't like her staying there; sometimes we have bad things, and I don't want her to see that. Last night was enough." Abby studies me as if she needs to decide—which I know very well she doesn't."I want to stay with Abuelita and the Mexican aunts," she answers with a cheerful smile. "Uh, Abuelo promised me he'd help me build a Lego set with almost six hundred pieces."Pedro, who was typing on his phone, lifts his head and watches her with a serious expression. He clearly dislikes Fernando, and he's even more bothered by Abby calling him "Abuelo." But he doesn't interfere, he just doesn't like it. I shift my gaze to Pedro, who watches us silently. He knows I'm waiting for some movement, and he nods his head in approval."Okay," I answer her softly. "Go get changed so we can go.""Woohoo!" Abby stands
Adrielle HalePedro and I showered and then got dressed. I decided to wear beige tailored pants over my black lingerie today. I wore a black tight blouse and, over that, a shorter beige blazer. After all these years, living with Leonard or as the hospital director, I've learned that my image can't reflect the chaos I experience during my days. I need to help the patients, and they won't allow me to help if I don't look well. I grab my heels and put them on after finishing the light makeup I applied. My hair is loose around my shoulders. It's like that most of the time.I look up and see Pedro at the end of the closet, his eyes focused on me. I give a small smile, trying to understand what he's observing so intently that his mouth is slightly open. I take a few steps until I'm in front of him, close enough to touch his face, covered in the beard he trimmed as soon as we finished our showers."Is there something you didn't like?" I ask, knowing he'll probably deny it.Pedro isn't the ki
Adrielle HalePedro remains with his head in the crook of my neck as I stroke his hair. I've never seen him like this. His blue eyes look so scared, his chest struggles to absorb the oxygen he needs, and his hands tremble as they wrap around my body, holding me close. I told him it was okay, I'm trying to make everything okay. And that feels like something we're both trying to do.The bodies we saw, even covered by the black cloak, still haunt us. Just as it's in my mind, it's in his, a reminder that it could have happened to me.My entire body feels a chill just having that thought in my mind, a glimpse of what awaited me if I stayed in that house, married to a maniac. If he killed those women, it's no longer psychopathic; it's beyond that. I need to make sure he never comes near us again. And I know Pedro won't allow it.The last time I checked the time on my phone, it was already past four in the morning. Pedro told me he usually wakes up at three-thirty and can't sleep anymore, bu
Pedro Hernandez Adie and I arrived home at almost 1 a.m. We stopped at the hospital after leaving the morgue. Neither of us understands what really happened, but Romina isn't there. We haven't told my mother and Fernando about the bodies; if one of them is his daughter's, I know she'll find out at some point. I didn't want to prolong our conversation in the car; I don't know what goes through her head every time I lose my temper. I'm more afraid of being compared to Leonard than hurting her. I would never hurt her. Minnie and Abby aren't awake. The house is dark, and we can't see anyone when I turn on the lights. I leave my keys on the corner table and take off my coat. The rain outside is getting heavier, but not with thunder, just distant flashes. I imagine the media will talk about today's events tomorrow, about the bodies, about Barbara, about Adie and me. They're already talking about us; this will only make it even more of a topic. I know they must have recognized us both wh
Adrielle HaleAbby and I head home. I see the security guards following me, but I don't see Pedro's car. After I get home, Abby runs down the stairs, excited, and into the house. She stops in front of the door, a huge smile on her face."Are we going to live here?" she asks, unable to contain her e
Adrielle HaleThe doorbell rings a few minutes later. Jackson gets up and goes to answer the door. Within seconds, I see him and Pedro enter the living room. Pedro is wearing a white, short-sleeved button-down shirt. I think it's linen. His pants are tailored and well-fitted. I smell his perfume be
Adrielle HaleAbby and I headed to my parents' house. I texted my brother to meet after lunch. My mother prepared grilled salmon for Abby. Although she recognizes many sea creatures and is reluctant to eat them, Abby loves salmon, so she hasn't yet reached the point of refusing it. There are also p
Adrielle HaleJackson returned an hour later. With so many papers in his hands that even he didn't know what each one meant. My brother shuffled them all around, and we practically had to put together a puzzle. In the end, I only need to sign one of them. Jackson and his ADHD."Can you explain to m







