The air around Becca and Fernanda was laden with thick, contemplative silence. They sat mere inches away from one another, their bodies utterly rigid with the tension that flooded them in harsh waves. Everything that had once only been whispered in the hush clads of darkness— secrets— has been laid out bare. Fernanda had been the one to lay them out herself.
She spoke of things she never believed she could share with another soul. She spoke about her faults in Leo's life, her failures. She spoke about her grievances, how she could never hold her own against Salvador. How they had all made her out to be the villain whose intent was to come between her own son and his child.
