Their party isn't like a normal house party instead, it's filled with wasted men hugging each other and they claim to be waltzing to the sorrowful Latin song playing. Rico is nowhere to be found, but I immediately spot Rosa, she is done with her cooking.
I stroll to her.
"I found her." I announce to her.
"I found Stella, ah... I did." I snicker, breathlessly.
She glances up at me doubtfully, thus, she chuckles. My eyes trail her as she drops the last taco wrap-up in the lettuce on a flat plate along with the others.
"You really don't give up, do you?"
She doesn't say what I want to hear, in fact, her question comes as a bad shock.
I expected a glimpse of hope and excitement for escape.
I blink rapidly before bubbles of humorless chuckle grip my throat, "what? Rosa, I..." I bite my lips together stopping myself from saying something hurtful.
