24 — I think I'm going crazy

P E D R O

“You don't actually believe what that nutjob said, do you?” Roy said, shutting the door behind him as he entered the living room. His tone was incredulous, as if he couldn't believe that I might be taking Louisa seriously. I could tell he was sceptical, and I wasn't sure what to think myself.

“I don't know what to believe,” I said, my voice sounding small and unsure. I was still processing the things Louisa had said to me. They were outrageous, but part of me couldn't shake the feeling that there might be some truth to them.

What if my father had truly said that? What if, after all these years of being at odds with the Santos family, they've finally reconciled and want to pair me and Louisa together, even though my father had shut me out because of her five years ago?

“Do you really think your father did that?” Roy asked as he sat down on the couch next to me, an apron tied around his neck and the scent of cooking oil wafting from his clothes. He looked at me with concern, c