"What the hell are you doing here? Last I checked, we..."

"We had nothing to talk about. We had cut any kind of bond that tied us together and had a mutual understanding to steer clear out of each other's business. But you just don't know when or how to quit, do you?" I fume.

"I still don't understand what your unpleasant visit is all about." She retorts, playing dumb.

"This, Gracia!" I show her the photos on my phone one by one up to the fourth one. "Explain this!" I state when the is done glaring at the photos as if she does not understand anything.

No, correction. As...