Chapter 135

Juan ... he killed them all. My whole family. All those that mattered to me. My past ten years have been a lie, and I suffered, not because they failed, but because he took them from me. This can’t be true, especially not if she was so powerful. “Then how did he ... if she was ….” The words die on my tongue, hastily uttered in a breath as my brain tries to rationalize the details, as warm salty tears roll down my cheeks, and I sit absorbing a history I never knew as the pieces are laid out before me. I am confused by the conflicting statement of what I’ve always been told, and a fire of rage is building inside me slowly to overcome the icy cold that has spread through my nerve endings. It’s like a drip, drip, as it’s fed and allowed to grow slowly. It warms my belly and spreads across my pelvis and down my limbs, something growing inside me so all-consuming that I almost welcome its warm, fluid expansion to my cold, empty soul. My brain just cannot seem to filter and arrange it to make