DURANTE NUESTRA CENA DE ANIVERSARIO, ME PARÉ FRENTE A GENTE CON UN OJO MORTADO.
² I felt every gaze scorch my skin. My hands shook, but I stayed on my feet. Before I could speak, Mark slid an arm around my waist and laughed—easy, confident—like the moment was nothing more than a punchline. “It was my sisters,” he said, grinning. “They were just teaching her some respect.” There was … Read more