Drama begins

There was no serious talk after that, we drove, we sang, we laughed, but most importantly, I called her mother, and she called me daughter.

The birthday we delivered cookies for was for a very beautiful 6-year-old. Her mother seemed very nice and invited us to the party, Coco was sad she had brought no presents, but we stayed, nevertheless.

It was the evening before left.

The house was quiet when we got home, I didn’t see Carlos, but I couldn’t help but wonder where he was, he didn’t text me all day neither I he.

“Rayna?” Coco called.

“Yes?”

“Can you spend the night in my room? Just tonight?” She asked in a small voice. I had been hoping to talk to Carlos tonight, but it would have to wait.

“Sure.”

We ate the cookie we had kept aside for Carlos together and talked. Coco had a big heart, but as much happiness she had in her, there was so much pain too and she had no one to tell.

“Are you still in love with him?” I asked later that night, I wondered how she must have coped all these yea