Taylor Continues Retelling Her Story
I search Jorge's face for clues as John continues his profane-laced tirade in the hallway. Official assistance? Domestic dispute? I inhale a deep calming breath, but before I can ask Jorge about the call, we hear a neighbor announce to John he has phoned the police. John spews profanities and threats before we hear the neighbor slam his door closed.
Staring into his chocolate eyes, I will Jorge to speak. My erratic breathing seems too loud, and words fail me. I can't explain John's actions. I tuck my trembling hands into my shorts pockets. I need to know who was on his phone. I search their brown depths for a clue.
“Please." I beg, my voice faint and quivering.
Jorge closes the bathroom door before locking it. He pulls me snug to his chest.
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