- It wasn't the way you should have known it but that's fine. I must assume that your mind is working at a thousand per hour and now I must take care of all those doubts. She approached me taking my hands, but there was no warmth in her touch. I felt my confidence break, there was always something else, something in her eyes that I could not see, something in her kisses that did not feel totally at home. I did not know if I was in front of the girl of my dreams or if it was just one more part of the Miguel's world.
-This place belongs to me in a way. It's my birth mother's house. Sof, I didn't tell you because I didn't know how you would react to something like this. The man in the photograph in the center is Adeline's husband. All the photos They are mine, I do not know what has crossed your mind but I have come here for as long as I can remember. I have always known of their existence
I take a breath to continue the story of her. How much more had to happen to know her fully.
she walked through the small space until she came to a box under the table, pulling out an album from it along with some notebooks and what appeared to be information discs.
-He works for my dad, or at least to a certain extent. Adeline contacted me when Martha first entered our lives, I always knew it was a very big secret to keep. All these years I have pretended not to know the person next to me. My mother is rich as you can see and she did not die, nor did she disappear or abandon me, none of the stories that Miguel has heard or said are true. Before continuing you should know that he is my adoptive father. Mom married him a couple of years after I was born, he seemed a good man but a dark shadow surrounded him and he continues to do so despite the years. she took the photo of the man. whom she called papa in her hands and looked at her with total sadness and compassion. i understood her pain but she would not accept her reasons, not now and did not know how long it would take me to assimilate it.
-Sofia, my world is something intense. That is to say, my mother is not my mother, I am an agent and a protected witness at the same time. I have loved you immensely from the first time. I had to grow up very fast, I knew this house from a very young age and I've had access to the whole place ever since. The cameras have been installed by me and those men if they are guarding Joel. He is very good at business and as you know Miguel he has large investments they shake hands in some way.
-Who you are? I asked tired of the lies, the stories and the perfect excuses She was not willing to believe him one more time.
-My name is Alana Villareal. My second surname was given to me by Miguel when he married Martha and her surname was used to throw off any doubts about my origin. They haven't adopted me in the traditional way, you know. Miguel had business with Adeline's father and in one of those small operations she was injured and I was just a little girl, .it was supposed what he have to take care of me for a couple of months and then come back home while they managed to buy time and that everything was safe for everyone. Her breathing became heavy, and her eyes crystallized in seconds, as well as the tone of her voice became more acute.
-Miguel is an intelligent man. In spite of everything, I loved the family he gave me, I loved my grandmother and Martha. They were special to me and I continued in all this because I want to see the day in which I can walk without fear and remove from my shoulders the weight of being the daughter and granddaughter of drug traffickers. On the other hand, Adeline never checked me out. she got away from his father and all the shit they were into. she met this man and got married, got money, love and protection and I've had it all since then.
-Because you pretended not to have money in the hospital? I said upset remembering that tragic day.
-Well, I can't make bank movements. Miguel would have known it, and besides, the money belongs to Adeline, not mine. On the other hand, the only thing I've used during all these years is her house, her cameras, the access to the latest technology. Modern and one that another contact of Joel to have more information.
-Do you love me?. Or that is also part of your magnificent plan.
-I do, I have done it since that night when you were the most impolite hostess in the world. She said approaching again to fix her blue gaze with mine and there I could see the fragile girl once more, even so it was not enough to trust her again.
-Why are the photos on the bureau? What the hell do the arrows mean on each one of them. Your deceptions, your half-truths make me desperate and I can't bear to be in this anymore, not when it doesn't make any sense. I love you Alana, I got into this for you, because I saw you like the fragile girl, my little angel and you are nothing of the kind. I raised my arms and extended them to finally lower them by giving a small blow against my pants.
-Nothing. I whispered weakly, exhausted and totally defeated.
-I understand. All the photos are from the time we met and from the last few years, I collected them because I feared the day when you knew who I was and you would look at me just like you do now. I can not say that I expected better you are reacting as I predicted. If sometime all this way together I had told you who I am, who my parents are and I would have told you this whole damn nightmare. Would you have believed it? Or you would have just called me crazy.
I did not say anything, I had no words, I did not want to understand her, I should not understand her. My path and hers should not cross and our souls were not destined to stay together. For the first time I allowed my mind to win the battle of my heart and I came out of that instead taking my jacket and closing the small door to return to the car leaving her there alone and with all the weight of her story.