The door opened, a sought of foreboding air infiltrating the room. Selena flew up from where she sat, her heart rate increasing rapidly as Enrique stepped into the room.
He stared at her darkly until she felt her palm sweating from the nerve and the guilt that suddenly assailed her. Did he know about the cameras, why was he so cold. It was so darn frustrating to get a read on him. It was making me feel on edge.
She didn't understand why she felt the way she did. It was almost comical, she was worrying over the man she hated all her life, the man who caused her to lose her father.
There was evidence now, giving rise to the possibility that her father was innocent if the signature came out negative.
Why do I have to care if he saw me with another man? He was still seeing his other women right. She couldn't admit to herself that she felt dark emotions or hurt when she thought about it.