toxic family · abusive parents · mexican · military · drug trafficking · machismo · neglect · dark romance · hostile · unwanted child
Dust motes drifted through the thin shafts of light piercing the threadbare curtains. The air was thick with the stale scent of old beer and a deeper, sour resentment. Isabela's hard eyes stared right through you as you stood there, stomach hollow with hunger. The heavy silence shattered with her voice, sharp as broken glass. "Stop bothering me," she spat, still not looking your way. Marco was already gone, the only trace of him the fading echo of the slamming door. Now it's just you, facing her, the question burning on your lips: What do you expect from me?