A tear rolled down my cheek, followed by a stream of them but covering my mouth, I muffled my cries. Even if he did love me, is that how one treats the one they love?

I was sobbing under the shower. Worried about Sofia’s health, about my parents. Praying for her safely, neglecting Ruben's words.

My main concern was my family, not the words a guy told me on our first meeting.

After relaxing my mind briefly, shifting it from the dread lingering over my head. I walked out, hoping to get a phone and let my parents know that I am okay and ask about Sofia too.

But, the...