Vanessa
I pull on a vibrant yellow sundress, a deliberate choice to provide some relief from the heat of the tropical weather. As I sit on the bed, I feel a buzz of anticipation coursing through me for the upcoming dinner date. Diego has been so busy working, I was starting to believe that he wouldn't honor our deal, but we're finally having dinner together, and hopefully I'll get some answers.
My gaze drifts towards the dresser, where Mom's urn rests. Diego's decision to have his men pack it caught me off guard, but he said that it was to prioritize my comfort. The unexpected trust he displays by providing me with a phone and laptop, granting access to the outside, leaves me feeling grateful. Despite the unfavorable circumstances, I appreciate these gestures from him.
I decide to call
