Helping Graciela

Dominic’s POV

“Do you know who I am, do you know about us?” I asked Graciela as she sat on the couch, feeling weak. She raises her brows in confusion, looking at me curiously.

“What can you tell me about Bethany?” I rephrased my question, looking deep into her eyes, as realization dawned on her. She looks at me suspiciously, I guess she is trying to figure out why I’m asking her about her friend.

“Look here, Graciela, can I call you that, is that your real name?” I asked her in a sarcastic tone, watching as her eyes went as wide as saucers. I guess she wasn’t expecting me to call her by her real name. She sat upright in her seat, looking around the room in fear, looking at me with pleading eyes.