Adriana's POV

I hurried into my room and shut the door, staring at the blood stains on my palms. Rushing to the bathroom, I scrubbed my hands vigorously, washing them as many times as possible until they became pale and spotless.

My gasping had subsided, but I still needed my medicine. I retrieved two pills from the pack in my drawer and as I swallowed them, a sigh of relief escaped my lips.

My phone rang again for the umpteenth time and the caller was still Juan. I declined the call ...