I tutted my tongue, tilting my head at María José.
"Oh, mi flor, why would I lie? What do I gain from this?" I spread my arms out dramatically. "I'm just here, being a good friend, opening your eyes."
She shook her head, her hair falling messily over her face. "No. Axel wouldn't do that. He wouldn't…"
"Wouldn't what? Wouldn't pine for someone else? Wouldn't settle for you because he couldn't have Rosa? Wouldn't dump you now that he knew he could have Rosa?" I cut her off, staring daggers at her.
I wasn't sure if her breath hitched from my tone, glare, or words:
I let my gaze slide over her, taking in the way she shrank back slightly, her body trying to protect itself from the truth I was feeding her.
But then, something suddenly caught my eye.
The scarf.
The way her fingers twitched against it, gripping the fabric too tightly. It was like every time she felt scared, she clung to it for support.
