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 a