Enrique
"Vienna?" Enrique demanded. "What do you mean?" Ivan made a face, popping a piece of olive into his mouth.
"You are saying Vienna as if you don't know who she is. Vienna as in Vienna Vazquez, Vera's mother," Ivan prompted.
"That's not what I meant," Enrique rolled his eyes. "And she is not her real mother. Her name is...wait, I forgot,"
"You have met Vera's mother?" Ivan asked, looking surprised. Enrique nodded his head and he felt sick as he remembered the way she treated Vera. Nobody even treat their pet like that and she was still her daughter. How can people be like that?
How can you be?
Guilt flooded through him instantly and he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. The way he treated her was worse. It must have been so f*****g hard for her then. And instea
