David leaned forward, his hands clasped tightly as his eyes never wavered from Angelica's face. "What was the reason you had to stay away from me?" His voice was filled with curiosity, laced with confusion as he tried to piece together why Elder La Muerte, a woman of such power and influence, would meddle in the affairs of the old David.
Angelica's shoulders slumped as if the weight of the memory pressed down on her. She let out a deep sigh, her voice barely a whisper as she spoke. "I wish it was something grand... but the truth is far more painful." Her hands tightened around the arm of her chair, her knuckles paling as she struggled to maintain her composure. "My background would only stain your nobility."
