Pedro Hernandez"You should have come home, mijo" my mother says, her eyes focused on me through the phone.Her clear eyes watch me intently through the FaceTime screen, as if trying to decipher every detail of my face. We're on FaceTime. I'm at the hotel, where she insisted on putting me up, and she sent Bruno to keep a close eye on me. Now we're talking via video call, and I feel the weight of her gaze following my every move. I approach the balcony, slightly open the blinds, and let the chaos of Los Angeles invade the room. The ocean shimmers in the distance, but the sounds of the city—horns, engines, distant voices—remind me that I'm not in a peaceful haven."Mom, I don't want to leave Abby like that again." My voice comes out in a sigh, heavy with guilt. The image of her reaction is still fresh in my mind, like a wound that won't heal. "I spoke to Adrielle yesterday." Today, we're going to Bruno's niece. I hope this time it works.She nods in agreement. This seems to satisfy her;
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