Maya
Although Ale told me vitals details, he would not tell me about his devious plans for my father and I think I am beginning to think similarly to his darkness because I think whatever Alejandro sends his way, my father deserves it all.
I loathed him. Every fibre of my being recoiled at the mere thought of him. The man I had once loved and tried so desperately to please, to understand. He was a monster. A selfish, power-hungry bastard who had destroyed everything in his path, including my mother. Her pain, her suffering, and her death were all him.
Him and his parents. My grandmother was just as rotten as my father- maybe even worse. At least he had the excuse of being a selfish, power-hungry bastard. She, on the other hand, cloaked her cruelty in the guise of tradition, duty, and
