GOOD SIN
“Well, baby, this is Hector, and sorry to break it to you but we are done. And it'd been so long since we were done but guess what? You never read the vibe. It was nice doing a mafia princess Annie.”
Then the phone beeps.
I stare into the distance. Hector… he cut the call. He…
I bit my lip, trying to keep in the tears but it came spilling anyway.
I bolt to my feet.
Escape.
I need an escape. But I just woke up, and I'm not sleepy. I walk towards my reading table and sit down, drawing my books closer. This is an escape too. Working towards my masters degree at Stanford is an escape too.
Bab Populer