Vacation was over, it was time to go back home, and I still didn't have the courage to ask Antonio if what I heard that night, he truly said it. A part of me told me he was happy that I wasn't awake to give him a response; another part of me told me that he was disappointed that I never said anything. I really did want to, but a lot of thoughts were going through my head. What if he didn't really say it? Then I'd put him in a tight spot, where he'd have to confess something he didn't feel. Not only would that be embarrassing, it would be unfair to him, I would feel like I was trying to rush him, but I had a plan, a plan I was going to execute at home.The flight back home wa

Going to work felt too much for me, because I knew I was going to see something that would put me off; maybe I should’ve listened to Antonio when he told me to stab work, and stay home. My mental health was at risk at that point. I arrived at work a little later than I was supposed to, and when I got to my office, I was met with an anon

I was still finding it hard to wrap my head around what Dan had said. To some extent, I could understand where this Samantha was coming from, but wanting to kill the child wasn’t it.“You know, finding you was hard,” Dan said.

I hurried to my room to pack my stuff; it was stupid of me to start getting too comfortable anyway. I shoved all my belongings into my box and in no time, I was done.All of me still hoped Antonio was going to ask me to stay back, because I really didn’t want to leave, not while his mind wasn’t right. A part of me wanted to go back to the off

I needed air, I couldn't breathe in there. It felt like someone closed all my respiratory organs, I couldn't breathe.I handed Diego over to Aliyah and walked out of the studio, gaining a little attention. Fuck!"Sewa!" The sound of Antonio's voice from behind me, stopped me, thankfully we were alrea