"You fought?" His brooding eyes were looking at me with concern. But in the darkness of his eyes I doubted if that was true or just my imagination.
"No, Rustov. Just talking," Janice said.
"It's five o'clock, go home."
Janice nodded and picked up my cell phone so she could text my driver herself. Her cousin led the companions inside and waited until Janice and I arrived to pick them up.
I was then fourteen, at my eighth grade when I started hating Mom because of what I saw. That night, I wanted to talk to him. I waited for her to go home, but she didn't.
My suspicion grew that your man was with her, and my anger intensified when I saw them fighting with Ate Diana the next day. I listened to their argument. That's when I realized that Ate also knew everything. She was only suppressing it.
"Audrey is still young, Mommy! If she sees you, she'll probably see you too! Please have a little decency even just for her!"
"Don't lead me, Diana!"
