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CHAPTER 40

** The dining room table is lined generously with food; more food than any of us will be able to finish. Dish after dish, the tinfoil being peeled off to reveal the pleasantries—pot roast, mashed potatoes, stuffing, salmon, vegetables, what have you. And of course, the turkey—centered on the long table, still intact. Fiona's brother, Ulysses, and William near the turkey to start carving it. Everyone watches with intrigued eyes, talking amongst themselves while salivating. I stand next to Sarah, refusing to look to my right because Sebastian is standing there; I feel his eyes on me. "You're making it more awkward than it needs to be," Sarah says into my ear. "What do you mean?"

CHAPTER 41

** Claire and I keep our new designated spots. It wouldn't make sense to switch again, although I want to. Sebastian and I maintain our distance, knees tilted in opposite directions, elbows below the table, heads turned away from each other. Sebastian is visibly upset from Claire's blessings; he drinks his wine slowly, savoring the flavors as if it's the only cup he'll get to enjoy, to avoid having to acknowledge her presence across from him. Food is passed around like an assembly line. I watch the two different platters of macaroni and cheese in rotation. I know which one is mine—cream-tinted glass dish, sunflowers lining the sides, the color of the flowers fading from constant wash and use. Claire's is green—seafoam green. It looks brand new, bought for the oc

CHAPTER 42

** As if it was any surprise, Claire fired me. Well technically, I fired her—she was under contract with me, so she is no longer my client. After Thanksgiving, we both agreed that it would be smart to no longer work together; it was clear business was mixing too much with pleasure to the point of it almost becoming one. With today being December first, the festivities finally have a reason to commence. But for me, majority of December will be spent working for others—for my clients, for Sebastian and his promotional campaigns and most importantly, for the Quintanilla Christmas party in several weeks. My fingers never stop; the emails are incessant. Tomorrow, I'm going to the Quintanilla household to add my input on the decorat

CHAPTER 43

Sebastian takes me back to my office after our comforting, reassuring embrace, though my nerves are less than soothed.Thoughts are running through my mind like a marathon, mostly concerning how Sebastian claims he's going to fix "this," as if we know what "this" is. If he's talking about dealing with his father, then I'm curious to know how he plans to handle that. But the tone of his voice made it seem like he was talking about something else—something more.We agree to keep everything the way it is, meaning staying complacent, doing our jobs, showing the world that we're happy in the situation we're in. 22 days—that's what I tell myself. But after that, then what? Will it be so simple for he and I to just be together? We could never "be" anything with the entire world constantly watching Sebastian and criticizing hi

CHAPTER 44

**As I slip on my dress that I have saved for tonight's Quintanilla Christmas party, I think of Oma, Sebastian's Grandmother.I think of the palm reading she had given me close to a month ago during Thanksgiving. Everything she has said is slowly becoming factual, and I wish it weren't.I want a sense of normality. I want to feel like I can wake up without feeling like I can't breathe. I want to live without feeling as if I need to look over my shoulder or question everyone's intentions. But that isn't my life. Not anymore. In a sense, I chose this route myself, and I need to live with it and the gradual abyss it's dragging me into. But I can't go down without a fight; I refuse to be utterly powerless. My endeavors—independent endeavors—start with finding out who put the camera in my office. I have an idea

CHAPTER 45

**It's a simple question I have to ask, which should prompt a simple answer. As I hold the camera between the empty space between myself and the three of them across from me, I know I have to ask this simple question—Did you put this camera in my office? And after this question, Sebastian should answer with a yes or a no. But this doesn't happen immediately. I continue to hold the small, cracked camera between us and wait. I don't know what I'm waiting for—myself, or for them, who knows. I look into Sebastian's eyes and pray I find someone else in them. Someone who wouldn't do this to me, jeopardizing my career and my privacy with this small model of surveillance. I want to believe he didn't—he wouldn't. "I found this camera in my office last week," I tell t

PART II

i know who i am. or at least who i need to be i do things for her - for him - for us. i do things for love. for security. for safety slowly, however, i look in the mirror and see myself changing. maybe it's for the better, or maybe it's for the worst. But if it's for her - for him - for us, then i'm content. or should i be? i look in the mirror and i see someone else. i look at my hands and see blood but i know who i am - i am the man she raised me to be. but she's gone - he took her away from me.

CHAPTER 46

** December 23rd, 10:23 PM SEBASTIAN It amazes me, how I continuously seem to fuck up the moment I think I'm doing something right. Leslie just left me. Well, not in that sense—we weren't' together in that way, even though we were only one step away from getting to that point. No, she left me, here in Salvador's library because I lied to her. Well, I lied to her, then yelled at her and told her that Alejandro was playing her in a room of her colleagues; her own assistant (who was fucking Claude behind our backs. I should have known—that bastard, him). I shouldn't have yelled, but the moment my mouth opened, the words wouldn't stop. They just kept flowing out of me; she's such a pain i

CHAPTER 47

** My hands have become numb from banging on the window. The blood has dried on the glass from how long we've been driving - me and this mysterious driver who refuses to answer any of my questions. My tears have dried, too - perhaps I have none left. All I can do is stare forward as we drive. To where? I don't know. My mind caves in on itself, the sound of the gunshots still ringing in my ear as if I'm still at the mansion hearing them for the first time. If I had just run a little faster, I could have seen who it was; who the victim was. It came from the library—what if it was Alejandro? Sebastian? Bile rises in my throat. The tears I thought were gone are coming back and blurring my vision. I pull out my pho

CHAPTER 48

** I let the water from my shower run over my body hot, rinsing tonight away. But as badly as I want tonight to wash down the drain, all I see pink from the blood on my hands. The truth left Isaac's mouth, and the first thing I did was excuse myself for a shower. Of course, Isaac didn't oppose. He sat there as I slowly got up, went to the bathroom, turned on the faucet and stepped into the hot water. And now, I just stand in it. I stand in it, letting the memories connect with the truth I've been given. Luís Mateo Velasquez. Assassin. Drug Cartel. It doesn't seem real. That, or I'm ashamed, shocked, afraid that I slept with a man like Alejandro—Luís. Not only did I sleep with him, but I dated him. Thought I might have loved him. He lied to me twice. No telling how many

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