a risen enemy; obsession
Mrs enrique's pov
There was always that one joke that life had in store for us. the answer to our prayers that was always answered with the very thing we hated the most. at the store my prayers were answered but in the most sinister and obscure way. how could life play such a joke on me? how could this happen to me? at this moment I honestly preferred how things were before. I should not have pressured my son into getting a girlfriend. I could tell you the way that Enrique was looking at Elizabeth at the party, that she was genuinely interested in her. the both of them had some kind of New Energy between them.
