Sonia

I endured until I was in the safety of my home. Antonio's guard dogs finally left.

Sighing, I dropped my bag to the floor and sank into my favorite chair. Taking the poison with me was a last minute decision and it had saved my life.

Antonio was being generous, letting me walk away. This was his way of showing that he cared about how I felt concerning Amelia's death. His way of allowing me grief.

“Amelia…” I clutched my sides violently, rocking forward and backward.

My chest hurts, tears rolled down my eyes. I let them.

“Why? What were you thinking?!”

Was it worth it? Whatever Antonio promised...