Vera
Enrique looked sick. Vera felt sick. But after everything that happened, she couldn't hold it inside her any longer. She couldn't use him any longer for her comfort. She didn't deserve even an ounce of the sympathy he was showing her. She didn't deserve his love or his care.
She didn't deserve him.
Because she was like her. She was exactly like the woman who was supposed to be her mother. She brushed her away like some garbage, some filthy mistake. Vera did exactly that too. In fact, she was worse than her. At least, she allowed her to live but what did Vera do? She took a life even before it can begin. Disgust, hate, anger, repulsion overtook her entire being as she realized that she was even worse than Avery was. A hundred times worse. She was a coward, a freaking murder
