POV: Miguel
We went from one store to the other, picking out different outfits and accessories. It was during a stop at a jewelry store that I spotted a particular piece of jewelry that made my heart race with excitement and nervousness. I picked up the matching gold wristwatch first, glancing at the one on his wrist. It felt right, like a secret tie between them. It’s supposed to be a wristwatch for couples, but I feel we should have it, I want us to have it. It feels just right.
“This looks beautiful!” I told her, drawing her attention to the matching wristwatches. She looked at me, her eyes looking sad and uncertain. I knew it was boldly written at the top that it was for couples. That alone is enough reason for her to reject my offer for this expensive matching wristwatch.
“Raphael and I have the exact same thing at him. It would be so weird if I had two of the same brand of wristwatch, don’t you think?” she asked me smiling beautifully as she walked over to another brand on the shelf and pointed to it, smiling warmly at me.
“How about this brand, Miguel. It’s beautiful, right?” she asked, bringing the box to me, smiling and looking up at my face. I smiled right back at her, trying so hard to keep the tears from spilling out of my eyes. I thought she didn’t want to wear a matching wristwatch with me, but she did. She doesn’t even care about what people would say when they see it. She agreed to do it and I couldn’t be happier with her.
From the same shelf where she picked the wristwatch, I spotted a heart shaped pendant necklace, two interlocking pieces that seemed to represent our bond perfectly. It seems like our eyes spotted the necklace at the same time and it caught our interest as if we are made from the same material. Of course, we are made trim the same material, we even share the same womb. So it’s not surprising that our likes and dislikes would sometimes be the same. She marveled at the necklace, her fingers delicately tracing its intricate design.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, her voice nearly lost among the chatter of customers around them.
“Yeah, Marisol, it’s beautiful, Just like you,” I replied, a genuine warmth infused with my words. At that moment, staring at her reflection in the case, I felt an overwhelming urge to reach out, to tell her everything, and hug her to my heart, holding her so tight. But I restrained myself, afraid of shattering this fragile connection we were forging. As we walked out of the store, bags in hand, I felt an undeniable sense of pride wash over him.
“So, do you think this day will be one you remember?” I asked her with a warm smile, glancing at her. She grinned, her face lighting up at the thought.
“Oh, definitely. This has been incredible! I still can’t believe we found each other.” She paused, her expression warming up as she looked into my eyes, holding my hand and smiling genuinely.
“I thought my day was ruined, but you made it so beautiful. Thank you, Miguel. You’ve made it so special. I can’t believe that I haven’t thought of my problems since I’ve been with you. Where the hell have you been all my life?” she asked jokingly, trying to make me laugh and feel important, I guess. My throat tightened, an ache lingering just behind his heart. I could ask the same questions as well, where has she been all my life, why did fate allow us to be apart for so long. I’ve missed her so much,
“I’m just glad we’re together now. That’s all that matters. Nothing and no one will separate us again, never again.” I promised her, smiling warmly at her
We walked side by side, her laughter mingling with the sounds around us. The distant melody of holiday music, the buzzing of shoppers, the sweet scent of freshly baked treats, I could walk around in these streets all day. In the midst of it all, I felt the weight of our shared history, the unspoken truth ready to spill over.
“Can we have lunch together tomorrow, I would love to see you again, you make me so happy,” I asked her with a smile as I drove her back to the place we parked her car before heading to the mall.
“I won’t forgive myself if I don’t see you again. You are the part of my life I never thought I would find, I never even thought I would be this happy to be with anyone. I want to see you again too and spend more time with you.” She admitted with a shy smile. I felt my heart beat so fast that I pulled her in for a hug, holding her so close to my heart. I won’t break this bond for any reason in the world, for now, we were just two siblings enjoying a day out, forging a bond beneath the surface, one that I hoped would grow stronger with each passing moment.
I walked her to her car and watched her get in and drive away, smiling so beautifully. After Victoria left, I decided to drive straight to the address I got from my private investigator. I went to meet with Claire’s father in his mansion. I couldn’t get that picture out of my head, I couldn’t forget that they made my sister work as an escort.
What if she was hurt while at the job, what if she had been killed while going around town with different men?
How could they steal someone’s daughter and get her to work as an escort, who the hell does something like that?