POV: Aslin Ventura

When we arrived at our destination, Verónica helped me out of the car and guided me to her apartment. She didn’t waste any time and immediately started treating my injured hand and the cut on my forehead.

“Aslin, this looks really bad. Wouldn't you rather go to the hospital?” she asked, frowning.

“No, Vero, don’t worry. It’ll heal in a few days,” I replied bitterly.

“I can’t believe how cruel Alexander is. He walked right past you and ignored you like he didn’t know you at all,” she said angrily.

“I know, but I’m used to it. It’s unbelievable that after three months, I had to run into him again—and in such an embarrassing situation.”

After Verónica finished tending to my wounds, I went into the bathroom and took a shower. When I came out, she lent me one of her dresses. I put it on and laid down on her bed to rest for a while.

I spent the rest of the afternoon at Verónica’s place. When I looked at the time on my phone, I saw it was already past seven in the evening