Without saying anything else, the doors jiggled, causing Lupe to stop moving from her current position and look at the door; we both heard my father speak.
"Open the doors."
Lupe let out a small growl as the doors opened; things were turning in my favor, and I could not let her see it just yet.
As my father entered, I noticed his expression of pity; it was unusual to see my father in such a state, as it was not typical of him to express his emotions.
As I was getting ready to move, my father approached me with a letter in his hand, and he began to take a seat beside me, just as Lupe did. I am not sure why, but I did not like being this close to her, and something in my mind kept bugging me about her, as if I was forgetting something.
I held the letter until my father apologized in a s
