I thought they’re here to help, but I’m wrong. They’re here to convince us how wrong we are to be together.
The fight stops, Michelle is forced out of here by papa, but the chaos she brought remains; broken glasses, upside down pieces of furniture and the thick tension in the air.
I sit beside Colt on the sofa, and dab a cloth against his wounds. While papa and Zaide sit on the couches opposite us, their faces etched with concern and disapproval.
"See what you, being together, will do?" papa says.
My heart clenches, but I can’t let him see my doubt. "Only Michelle is affected by this. And because she's Michelle, everybody has to be affected too."
Papa counters, "And what about Zaide?"
Zaide looks hurt as he’s watching me and Colt leaning at each other. But I don’t care.
"Without hi
