"It doesn't matter what it is you think I should or shouldn't know, Nicolas," She had said in that soft way of hers. "As long as it concerns me, I deserve to know."
He couldn't get her face out of his head, he hated that he couldn't but it was there, tormenting him.
Why did she have to look so broken right before he left?
Nicolás didn't care, he knew he shouldn't but somehow a small part of him wanted to protect her from the hurt he knew would be inevitable.
He knew the Armillos fairly enough to know that they weren't in any way the good sort of people who would take in a child who wasn't theirs and raise her simply because her parents couldn't. It wasn't impossible but it was impossible for Henry and Maria Armillo - they were the most selfish people to have ever existed.
