ROSALINDA.
The morning sun emitted a gentle warmth. The temperature was just right—neither too hot nor too cold—creating perfect weather.
Papà and I were seated on the porch, enjoying the tranquilly of the atmosphere. He immersed himself in a magazine while I scrolled through social media on my phone. At that moment, my mind was clear, and I wasn’t thinking about anything bothersome like I always did—well, not until my father suddenly broke the silence.
“Rosalinda.” He called, and I lifted my head to meet his gaze. “There’s something I observed and want to discuss with you.”
Quickly turning off my phone's screen, I gave him my full attention. "What is it, Papà?"
“You and Sofia have been acting strangely.” He said, and my heart sank to my stomach. “What happened?”
I knew it was only a
