Miguel's eyes widened in shock, his mind spinning with overwhelming emotion. The weight of his grandfather's words crashed over him like a tidal wave, leaving him reeling.
Then he tapped on Miguel's shoulder slowly and whispered his eyes wide and frantic.
"Am from meeting your bitch, I saw the signs, either she returns it, or she dies mysterious."
His legs felt numb as he stumbled back, nearly falling down , yet the chair behind him broke his fall. He sat down heavily, struggling to catch his breath as his chest tightened, feeling almost congested.
Then he raised his eyebrows slightly and looked up to his grandfather.
"Tell me it's a lie! Is she going to be alright?" he stammered, desperately seeking reassurance in his grandfather's gaze.
Mr. Rafael took a few steps forward, his eyes heavy with an unspoken words. He placed a steadying hand on Miguel's shoulder.
"I wish it were a lie, but it's not," he said in a low voice, a deep sigh escaping him.
