I sneak to the bathroom to wash my face when I can't get a touch of good sleep, as I just roll on the big bed while Rico is comfortably enjoying his sleep without complain. When I get to the restroom, my old clothes are no longer shattered on the floor. Someone did the cleaning. I rest my hands on the sink as I stare at my reflection in the mirror before me. There is more light in here compare to the room. I sigh and open the faucet, allowing the water to run freely. I tap some of it and dab it on my face, I flinch as the cold water touch my skin. This is very unusual for me, I love cold water compare to the heated one that will easily wrinkle my skin. I splash more water on face neglecting the negative effect and reminiscing about what Andres had manage to tell me before Miguel's arrival. He repeated what Rico had warn me about. I shouldn't trust Rosa.
"You can't trust her, señorita," he had warned.
I whip the water on my face again.
