LILA

My heart is pounding heavily. My legs are shaking.

Rafael, dressed in his usual sharp suit, held a flower in his hands. His eyes bored into mine-cold, distant. Hatred.

Those looks are back. Gone were the warm glances. We're back to the storms that always lived in him.

I took a step forward.

He didn't say a word. Not a fucking word.

But his silence rang heavier than anything he could've said.

The stares. The burning gaze. If looks could kill, I'd have a dozen arrows piercing through my damn chest.

"He looks like me," Rafael murmurs this time. It's not a question. It's realization.

Derrick tilts his head....