Chapter 16 The Crazy Client

• Ximena’s POV
• I scurried into the room and sat down on the vanity stool. My chest was heaving up and down. My heart was following the irregular movement. I touched my cheeks; her ten fingers were imprinted on them. More tears trickled down my face. The caller earlier was Harper. I had to avoid her. I just hope she doesn’t think otherwise. How did Mrs. Miles developed such metal hands? Or have my cheeks softened over the weeks?
• “Ximena?” Hudson called, entering the room.