Rosita’s POV"How could you do this to me? Your mother?" Ximena screamed at Vincenzo, her face sour with pain.He shook his head, his grey eyes filled with a bizarre combination of pity and disgust. "You are no mother of mine!" he snapped.She couldn’t hide her reaction. The color left Ximena’s face, and her big mouth formed an O of shock. "I…" She drew a breath to answer him, but when she tried to speak, no words came out of her mouth, just strange, wet sounds.The footsteps were getting closer, and she let out a high-pitched scream, a sound filled with pure, untouched fear. I had never seen her this scared.Abruptly, Ximena made a run for the window like a madwoman. Before she could reach the blinds, I rushed forward with every ounce of strength I possessed. I threw myself across the soft bed, grabbing Ximena's right thigh.My fingers dug into her soft skin through the fabric of her dress, clinging to her with desperate cruelty.Ximena looked down at me, her hair a jumbled mess, tea
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