Emiliano

Men in the cartel didn’t take women home to spend the night. That wasn’t only because I lived with my parents and my father was a lieutenant. It was because truly no one could be trusted. As I woke to sunlight streaming through the open curtains and the glass doors opened, a primitive and unexpected feeling filled my chest.

It was trust.

Pure, unadulterated trust.

Isabella trusted me, and I trusted her.

As I turned to my side, Isabella’s ...