57 — You look hot in those.

SELENA

My hands clenched and unclenched as I followed Pedro into his apartment. He was carrying Liam, who was wrapped in his jacket to protect him from the rain. I could see my son's head peeking out from under the jacket, his eyes wide with wonder. He looked at me with curiosity, and I gave him a small smile, trying to appear calm, just for him.

My emotions were swirling inside me, a jumble of anger, sadness, and disbelief. I wanted to scream at Pedro, to demand to know how he could not have known that the little boy he was holding was his own son. I wanted to shake him, to make him see the truth that was so obvious to me. But I held myself back, not wanting to scare Liam or cause a scene.

Instead, I forced myself to take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I had to stay rational, to think clearly.

As we reached the living room, Pedro stopped and turned to face me. I saw him arch an eyebrow as he noticed that I was shivering, my wet clothes clinging to my body. I couldn't