I let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through my hair. "It still doesn't make sense, Juana. If he really cared, he would've stepped in when I needed him the most. Watching me cry and then throwing money at the problem doesn't exactly scream 'knight in shining armor.'"
Juana squeezed my hand. "I get it. I do. And I'm not saying it's the perfect way to handle things. But María José, you've been through so much. Maybe Axel doesn't know how to approach you. Maybe he's trying to figure it out, just like you are."
Her words struck a chord, and I felt a pang of guilt for being so dismissive. Or for saying I'd never see him in the same light.
"I just… I don't want to get my hopes up, Juana. Not about him. Not about anything."
