I look at my mentor, suspicious. What is she doing here? Her leather jacket is still dripping… Did she come all the way here despite the rain? The way she took the seat next to mine, too. Usually, Reagan avoids me, so what now?
I take my beer and drink a sip, waiting to see what the old woman has to say. She sighs.
“What’s your idea?”
“About what?”
“Your ex, Elena. You know that’s a problem,” she says, typing her finger on the counter.
“Of course I know…”
But I haven’t figured anything yet. All I’ve done all day is be angry about it and wondering about what to do next… The idea of Diego coming back is just driving me nuts. It brings back way to many dark memories that I can’t handle. Reagan growls.
“That dog… I should have killed him while he was still out.”
“What for, Reagan? A
