Chapter 91

• || VALERIA's POV ||
• The room felt smaller than usual, Sergio’s piercing gaze pinning me against the couch like a cornered animal. He stood near the door, arms crossed, his face a mask of disapproval. I avoided his eyes, staring at the floor instead, twisting my fingers nervously in my lap.
• “What were you thinking, Valeria?” he finally said, his voice sharp and low, like the crack of a whip. “Running away from your father’s house like that? Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”