The Carrero Effect
I turn on my heel, close to tears, inside I’m a chaos of emotions and trauma, but my exterior is calm and unflustered as if this means nothing to me.
“Don’t miss me while I’m gone, Tesoro Mio.” His voice is oozing with charm. It only stabs at my heart more. Unbearable pain that I won’t let him see.
“I won’t,” I reply snarkily. Holding myself tall.
Fuck you, Jake … Fuck you, Mr. Carrero.
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