Alex thoughts

ALEX

It has been years since I disappeared from my family and Sasha. In my youth, I was foolish and reckless. I wished I didn't go to that party in the past. I wished my friends didn't influence me to go with that girl, and I craved I made a choice not to listen.

I know that Sasha wouldn't want me to think like this, but I wonder what would have happened if I were there? If I never got in trouble and stayed? I would be 22 years old during the time they threw her out. I would have a stable income: so I could have helped her. The fact I was not there in her time of trouble, and someone else was, hurt me deeply.

I had dated women back at a place I used to live, but it never lasted beyond a year. When I saw Sasha, I knew why. Sasha has always been a cute and pretty girl, but now she is a full-grown beautiful woman. When I heard she was a single mother, I was shocked and angry at the child's father. I could not believe someone would leave a woman like Sasha and toy with her like that. It made me furious.

Anyway, besides that, I had to get used to the site of a motherly Sasha and Mia.

You know it's strange as an adult to see a child, only four years old, almost smarter than you. I realized, the hard way, how you can't beat Mia in a debate. That girl is so intelligent but never boasts it. Sasha raised her well all on her own.

Now back to me. My detective job has been great. I am called a diligent and competent worker who makes my co-workers smile. When I work at one of the best institutes for detectives, I can earn a decent salary.

Thankfully, I can help Sasha with Mia's bills.

I felt heartache when I heard the news and even more so when Sasha was heartbroken. Both mother and child were facing a very difficult time. When Sasha ran off during the rain, I was worried. I kept thinking about what to do if she was hurt.

Luckily, Sasha was not hurt. Though, I was surprised when Sasha came with a stranger. No, he was a stranger to me, but not to Sasha. I am a detective. I should be able to read people's body language and expressions.

The man named Miguel did not give anything away, but I could see that his smile was more genuine when he looked at Sasha. Sasha, however, was easy to read. She was stiff around him like she was scared to be too relaxed around him: and show it. I could still see that she sometimes subconsciously relaxed around him.

Sasha never mentioned any male friend except one. The one who helped her while she was pregnant. I put two and two together and concluded. Miguel is the one who helped Sasha.

I am not going to pretend I wasn't jealous; I am. I remember the conversation we had that made me finalize my conclusion.

Flashback

I looked at Miguel intensely. I took in his appearance, clothing, height, and build.

'Damm, this man rivals me in looks, no he is better than me!'

We were both in the hospital cafeteria.

"If you want to say something, say it," Miguel replied as he took a sip of his coffee and scrolled through his phone.

'His observant. I was being subtle.'

I cleared my throat and rubbed the back of my neck.

"I just wondered how you and Sasha became friends. She never mentioned a male friend, much less one close to her age. I am just curious, is all," I said and shrugged, trying to act causal.

Miguel placed the cup down and smiled at me with those blank silver eyes.

"Curious, huh? Well: I'm sure she mentioned one male friend, did she not?" he said suggestively.

Flashback end

I felt a shiver go my spine when he smiled at me so fakely. When I first saw him, I instantly disliked him.

I hoped that Miguel and Sasha were only just friends. I actually believed it...

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I was in my house looking out the window. Today I got off work early and was thinking of fetching Sasha from work. To my surprise, Sasha came out with Miguel.

The laugh that escaped Sasha was one I did not hear in a while. When I saw the smile, the reddened cheek, the look, the familiarity made me realize something.

That Sasha maybe had feelings for Miguel in those nine months.

And that feelings are back or are beginning to form.

What should I do?

I'm in love with my step-cousin, who seems to have feelings for someone else.

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