This is not a simple story.
It bends, breaks, and refuses to let go
The Foreman Was Hiding Something
The site foreman stormed toward us, his face flushed with rage.
“Mr. Mendoza! Step away from that girl immediately!”
I turned, stunned. Lucia’s hands were still in mine.
“She’s trouble,” he barked. “She’s been here less than a week and she’s already causing problems. She has no right bothering investors!”
Lucia yanked herself free, her entire body shaking.
“I didn’t do anything wrong, Don Arturo,” she said, her voice trembling. “He grabbed me.”
Something snapped inside me—something I hadn’t felt since the day Sofia vanished.
“Watch your mouth,” I said sharply. “You will not speak to her like that. She hasn’t done a thing.”
The foreman stared at me as if I’d lost my mind.
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