[The Following Day ]

Miguel was just coming back from his usual morning gym, bead of sweats rolled out of his forehead as he walked into the kitchen, he pull out a jar filled with red wine, he gulped down.

“Oh, you’re done?” Alina interrupted him but changed her face when she saw the wine with him. “There’s food and water in this kitchen as well, why that?” She snapped with a scornful look.

Miguel didn’t mind, he kept drinking then Alina took it from him, “Alina!” He yelled but Alina didn’t care.

“I’ve had enough Miguel, I feel like you’re back to your old self when your mother died,”...