NOTE: New book cover :) Do you guys like it? Okay, so, this chapter and the next few ones are going to be a series of flashbacks of what happened during those 3 months that passed in the last chapter, what Camila was up to, and how she got to the warehouse. A lot of questions will be answered in these chapters.

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POV Camila Cabello

*Flashback On – 3 Months Before*

"Mom, it's okay, I'm satisfied, thank you!" I said, rejecting the fourth sweet that my mother was offering me.

"You look so thin, mija, I don't know what happened, but you look very down." I sighed heavily, remembering the days I spent in bed without eating anything, just feeding my mind with memories of Lauren.

My father approached, running his hand through my hair, comforting me, giving me the affection I needed in that moment.

"I know, I haven't really been feeding myself well." I confessed. "Mom, dad, I want to tell you something, it won't be easy." I got up from the comfortable armchair to stand before them, who stared at me with wide eyes, as if waiting for the pronouncement of the apocalypse.

"You're worrying us, sweetie." My father said. He leaned back on the armchair and rested his elbow on the arm of the furniture, and then scratched his chin. "Sofi." He drew the attention of the girl who was watching some show on TV attentively. "You better go to your room."

"But dad..." My younger sister grunted.

"No buts!" He scolded her with his tone and with his gaze.

"No, dad, leave Sofi here, she's a big girl, well, in my eyes at least, and I also want to talk about her." I said, and Sinu adjusted the glasses on her face impatiently.

"What are you going to talk about me, Kaki?"

"Sofi, you can stay, but only if you remain quiet, okay?" I asked, and the girl just nodded her head without saying anything.

"Come on, Camila, you're making me nervous." My mother got up and crossed her arms under her breasts.

"I'll start from the beginning..." I took a deep breath, making a pause, trying to mentally organize the subjects by topics, because there was so much to talk about with that family. "When you kicked me out of the house-"

"I thought we had already moved on from that." Sinu interrupted me.

"When you kicked me out of the house!" I repeated in a louder tone, in protest so that they'd let me continue. "I was just a teenager, only God knows what I went through out there, having to live in relatives' homes as a favor until I was financially secure." I said, and saw Sinu lower her gaze, the woman showed all the regret in the world in that moment.

"We were religious fanatics, but what matters now is that after you got into a coma, a lot of things changed, Camila." Alejandro defended himself.

"I haven't finished." I said firmly. "Well, it happens that kissing that girl didn't mean absolutely anything to me..."

"You kissed a girl, Kaki?" Sofi asked in surprise, and it was inevitable not to laugh.

"Sofi!" Alejandro scolded her.

"Anyways, I spent every day of my life trying to make you accept me back, trying to make you forgive me... How many times did I say I was sorry? How many times did I apologize?" Sinu exchanged a sad glance with Alejandro, and both of them lowered their heads thoughtfully. "Doesn't matter, I grew up, I educated myself, I have a promising career and I even got engaged, and that was what hurt the most, the fact that the forgiveness I wanted only came when I started having a relationship with a man."

I remember until this day the day that my aunt, with whom I had lived for a while, told Sinu that I was engaged. The woman called me the same day asking me to have lunch with her and Alejandro in their home, and to bring the boy, and all that after many years without stepping into that house. I was so happy with the supposed forgiveness, so dazzled by the possibility of having my family back, that I didn't even realize how wrong the whole situation was; the wrong motives, the wrong pardons.

"I'm sorry, Camila... Please forgive us..." Sinu said, already letting a few tears fall.

"I was so happy to have you back, and despite knowing that Rob was the only reason why you accepted me back, I didn't care, because to me it was enough to come here every Sunday to have lunch with you, that was all I've ever wanted, to be with my family again, even if it meant that I'd have to be engaged to a man."

"But it's not as if you didn't love him." Alejandro said as Sinu wiped away her tears.

"True, I loved him, very much, but it got to a point where I didn't know if I loved him or if I loved the idea that he was the open door to this house for me." I took a deep breath, and looked at Sofi, and now I was regretting having let her participate in this conversation, I didn't expect it to be so intense. "When I realized the stupidity I was doing, I practically started to repudiate you, pushed you away from my life... And Rob? I continued my relationship with him until I realized how I really felt about him."

"I don't know what else to say other than apologizing to you for making you go through all those things, mija." Sinu said, sitting down on the couch again and burying her hands in her hair.

"And I found out I didn't love him anymore, I found a new love." I thought it would hurt less to talk about Lauren over time, but it seems that it hurts more and more. "And if you are so regretful like that, you won't be surprised to know that that new love I found, it was with a woman."

"Damn!" Sofi said in surprise. If I wasn't so tense, I'd laugh at the girl.

Sinu lifted her head to look at me, and I couldn't decipher her look. Alejandro just stared at a fixed point on the wall, as if he was in some kind of trance.

"Sofia, go to your room!" Alejandro ordered. The girl stood up, and was about to walk past me, when I held her arm.

"Sofia isn't going anywhere." I said. "Go back to your place." Apprehensively, Sofi sat back down.

"I don't think this conversation is appropriate for her." The man said.

"And why not? Why was talking about Rob okay but not this? Is there a problem? Is the fact that I'm in love with a woman a problem for you?" Sinu remained silent, just staring at me.

"She's a kid, and you don't have to confuse her head with these things yet." Alejandro insisted.

"Sofia, stay put." I said to the girl, who was more apprehensive than a few seconds ago. "After all, Sofi doesn't even like Robert, and I'm sure she'll be very happy to know that the person I'm in love with is Lauren."

"Lolo?" The girl asked hopefully with a broad smile on her lips.

"See?!" I said facing Alejandro, who seemed to relax a little more. "Kids have a pure heart, they don't distinguish gender, only who's good and who's bad."

"Rob is bad?"

"That's not what I meant, sweetie." I ran my hand on her head, stroking her hair lightly.

"I accept!" Sinu finally spoke. "If you're with this girl, who has a big heart of gold and who proved to be very good to you while you were in the hospital, and if you're happy, that's all I care about, mija."

"Me too!" Alejandro said, flashing me a gentle smile.

"This is so cool, Kaki!" Sofi said as she got up, hugging me, and I smiled, feeling my eyes watering.

Even though I was no longer with Lauren, I wanted to be at peace with my family, I wanted them to accept who I am and my choices. I had finally achieved what I had fought so hard for for long years.

"Unfortunately, Lauren and I are no longer together." I said, and Sofi pulled away, staring at me seriously. "Things happen, sweetie." I stroked her hair and smiled weakly. "Sometimes duty calls."

"Did something serious happen, hija?" Alejandro asked, showing concern.

"No, I mean, this breakup is the reason why I'm so down and feeding myself badly." I laughed humorlessly. "But soon things will get better, I'm going to talk to Robert, I think we can still give our story one more chance."

"Camila, you don't have to do anything you don't want to, not for us." Sinu got up and approached me, pulling me into a hug. "I don't want to ever make you feel forced to do anything, my love, I love you so much!"

Hearing that from my mother was the strength I needed most in that moment. I reciprocated the woman's strong embrace, and felt the peace and calmness run through my veins. For like two seconds, I had completely forgotten about my broken heart, and for a moment, I smiled and cried of happiness.

"I love you too, mom, but this is a decision I made on my own, I think we need this second chance." I said when the woman pulled away from the hug. "There's one more thing I want to talk about."

Sinu and Alejandro looked at me apprehensively again, with that look of whom couldn't handle any more tense conversations. And I confess, I felt the same, I was tired, but everything needed to be cleared up, the time was now.

"I don't want Sofi to frequent that boarding school anymore, it's ridiculous." I huffed. "You're punishing her, trying to keep her from making the same 'mistake' as me, but that's not fair, you should let her make her own choices." I finished, and heard a delightful laugh coming from Sofi. I looked at the girl, who wouldn't stop laughing, and slowly, Sinu and Alejandro joined her, and I just stared at them without understanding anything. "What? I'm serious!" I said and Sofi laughed even louder. "Young lady, stop laughing, I'm trying to help you!"

"Mija, we already removed Sofi from the boarding school, for quite a while now." Sinu explained to me, making me laugh too. "We saw that we made a mistake with you, and we were doing the same thing with Sofia, she's growing up so fast, and we were losing all that precious time." Sinu motioned for Sofi to go to her, and then the woman hugged the girl, who had a sly smile on her lips. "And we don't want to lose any more time when it comes to the two of you."

"We don't want to lose you." Alejandro completed, making me let a few tears escape.

I knew that there was a superior being up there that always protected me when I was more fragile. I had lost Lauren, and that entity knew that the only people in the world who could lift me up again were the Cabello family, no one else.

POV Lauren Jauregui

*Flashback On – 3 Months Before*

I opened my eyes, staring at the white ceiling of my bedroom, and dragged myself out of the bed with a single thought. To go to the Angel Island. I know that going there won't help me solve any of my problems, but something tells me I should go there, perhaps to clear my thoughts, to gather all the known facts and find a solution for them.

My phone's typical ringtone sounded, drawing my attention. Taylor's name was flashing on the screen. Maybe I can fix something. I unlocked the phone, bringing it up to my ear.

"You promised!" Taylor's sad voice sounded as soon as I picked up.

"Yes, I promised not to leave you." I made a brief pause to sigh. "I'm sorry, I'm a lousy sister."

"I'm glad you know." Taylor huffed from the other side of the line.

"Hey! You didn't have to agree. I was going to call you anyways."

"Oh really? And to what do I owe the honor of your exclusive call?" Taylor sounded clearly irritated and ironical, which I didn't have much patience for, but I deserved all she was throwing at me.

"Funny." I said dryly and rolled my eyes. "Pack a bag with a few clothes and meet me at the dock, I'll be waiting for you there in 30 minutes."

"But-"

"But nothing." I interrupted her. "This is not a request. I'll be waiting for you." I ended the call. These days I'll be spending with Taylor will be like being on a huge rollercoaster, everything can go well, but at the same time it can all go wrong.

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As agreed, Taylor was waiting for me at the dock, she had a closed countenance, first indication that everything could go wrong. Taylor in a bad mood... My patience reaching its limit... The two of us on an Island... I hope neither of us ends up dead.

At dusk, my boat docked in front of the big Island. Taylor spent the whole way sulking and asking me where I was taking her, but the moment the girl saw the Island, she got more excited. Taylor hadn't been to the Island since my mother's death, not because I wouldn't let her come, but because she didn't know that that Island was mine.

"Oh my God... This Island, mom..."

"I know, Tay." I stopped the boat, turning it off. "Mom always brought us here."

"How come you still come here?" The girl asked.

I let out a heavy breath, walking to her and grabbing all our stuff.

"Come on... We have a lot of unanswered questions for each other, but before that, I really need a shower." Taylor just nodded and followed me, didn't question anything.

I watched her, saw the sparkle in her eyes, saw how enchanted she was with all that, and seeing her like that filled my heart with joy and hope of having that sweet little Taylor who always looked for me during the worst storms. Having to accept the fact that Taylor was no longer that girl who idolized me wasn't easy at all, but seeing that sparkle in her eyes made me go back in time.

I guess I was wrong... First indication of good things to come during these next few days with her.

After taking a much needed shower, I didn't bother to blow-dry my hair, just put on loose-fitting shorts and a large t-shirt of a band. I descended the polished wooden staircase and walked to the kitchen. I started to prepare a delicious lasagna, Taylor's favorite. My intuition is getting better and better, I had the excellent idea of stopping by the supermarket before coming here, luckily, because the fridge and shelves were almost empty.

"Laur-" Taylor walked into the kitchen, calling me, but then stopped. I turned to look at her. The girl sniffed the air just like a little puppy, which made me laugh. "Are you making what I think you're making?"

"If you're thinking about lasagna with white sauce, then you're thinking correctly."

Taylor let out a little shriek before running up to me and hugging me tight. At first, my body remained stiff, but didn't take long to soften, and then my arms wrapped around her, reciprocating the embrace, full of longing.

"How long has it been since we hugged like this?" The girl asked with her head on my shoulder. I closed my eyes, in an attempt to remember the last time, but nothing came. My hands slid up and down her back.

"It's been a very long time..." I felt the lump in my throat, but I contained myself, I didn't want to startle her. "So long so that I don't even remember."

Taylor didn't say anything, just hugged me tighter.

When we pulled away, we finished dinner, set the table, and sat down to eat, like the family we used to be.

I kept myself focused on my lasagna, silent, avoiding talking with my mouth full, just like my mother taught me. It's funny how we carry all those teachings with us for the rest of our lives.

"Eating like this in silence irritates me, can you say something?" Taylor asked, drawing my attention. I looked away from the plate to watch her, the girl looked like an animal that had just been rescued, which made me question the way Mike had raised her.

"Taylor, how's Michael?" The question came out without me even realizing it.

Taylor placed her knife and fork on the plate and started staring at me with arched eyebrows. "Are you feeling alright, Laur?" Taylor lifted her body, bringing her hand to my forehead, pretending to be measuring my temperature.

"Stop being an idiot." I pushed her hand away.

"I'm kidding, sis. It's just that I'm not used to this kind of question involving dad coming from you."

Me neither...

"I don't know why I asked that." I let out a heavy breath. "I... I actually wanted to know if he treats you well."

Taylor looked at me confused, and I averted my eyes from hers, getting up with my plate and taking it to the sink. I was wondering why I asked that question? I was always afraid Michael would try something with Taylor, but he never did... I wouldn't forgive myself if that pig had done something to her.

Taylor approached me, putting her plate inside the sink. I picked it up and started washing it. I really expected an answer from her, and God, I hope it's not the worst. Taylor leaned her body against the marble counter by the sink and then sat down on it.

"I miss having moments like this with you... I'm still very hurt by your disappearance, I need you by my side."

"You didn't answer my question, Taylor." Even without looking at her, and with my focus on washing the dishes, I was attentive to her every move. Taylor was right, but at the moment I needed to be sure that he never touched her inappropriately.

"WHAT THE FUCK, LAUREN! CAN YOU DROP THAT FUCKING PLATE AND LOOK AT ME?!" Taylor yelled.

I dropped the plate roughly in the sink, I don't know if it broke, and started staring at her. My nose was inflated, my breathing was heavy; signs that my patience had already flew out the window. "WHY IS IT SO HARD FOR YOU TO ANSWER ME? HUH?" I asked a little altered, and Taylor looked at me incredulously. "I NEED TO KNOW TAYLOR, I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID AND I AGREE WITH YOU, BUT NOW... NOW I NEED TO KNOW, I HAVE TO HEAR IT FROM YOU THAT HE'S A FUCKING GOOD FATHER TO YOU!"

Taylor changed her expression from incredulous to startled. Fuck, things weren't supposed to be like this.

"Lauren, what did dad do to you? Why do you hate him so much? I'm tired of having these questions surrounding my head every time I see the hatred and contempt you have for him." Taylor's voice came out as a whisper, visibly heavy, it was as if she was letting out everything she's been feeling for years.

Maybe it was time for her to know everything?

No, it wasn't. My mind could be fucked up, however, not enough in this case, because as much as Michael was disgusting, Taylor saw him as a good father. It would be a great way to get my revenge before his death, but I wasn't cruel to that point, to the point of hurting my own sister, my only family.

"Tay..." I approached, wrapping my arms around her, hugging her tightly, and she promptly reciprocated. "I want to tell you so many things, so many things that I keep to myself and can't tell anyone."

"Not even Mani?"

"Not even Mani." I lifted my head to look at her. "What happened between me and your father is one of the things that I'd like to share."

"Then why don't you tell me, Laur?"

I closed my eyes when I felt the touch of her hand on my hair.

"Because I don't want to ruin the father image he has for you, because I don't want to break your heart the way mine has been for a very long time, but I promise to tell you everything one day."

Incredibly, Taylor respected my decision. She's really growing up.

I pulled away from her to then flash a broad smile.

"It's been a while since I've seen you smiling like this, Laur... The last time I saw you this way, you were with Camila."

I closed my eyes at the mention of her name. It's weird, but I don't feel angry at Camila, I'd even like to know how she's doing. Something that day made me feel that every word was totally forced, and since then I knew who would really come out hurt in that story.

"Ho-how do you know about us?"

"Did you forget that I saw you two kissing in the hospital?" She asked laughing. God, of course, she had seen us and I didn't even notice it.

"And how do you feel about it?" I asked her. Taylor always knew about my sexual orientation, but she had never seen me with anyone.

"I don't feel anything, the only one who has to say how she feels is you, sis." She said, and I lowered my head with a sigh. I wanted so badly to tell her that we're still together and happy... but the truth is we aren't... "Hey, what happened?"

"Did you say something to Rob?" I lifted my head, ignoring her question.

"No, I didn't say anything... It's not my place to tell him."

"Much less mine, but whatever. We're not together anymore." I said dismissively, pulling away from her. "Come." I extended my hand to her. "How about we go choose our rooms?"

Taylor smiled before grabbing my hand, and then I led her around the house.

"What about that one there, Laur?" Taylor asked, pointing to the dark wooden door at the end of the corridor.

Not all of them were available.

"That... That's..." I grabbed her hand and dragged her to the door. With my free hand, I delved it into my pocket, grabbing the master key. I brought it to the lock in the door, opening it slowly.

"What's in there, Laur?" Taylor asked, already impatient.

I opened the door, bringing my right hand to the switch, turning on the lights. The room lit up. Her scent was still there, just like all her things, from clothes, to the incense she liked to light, according to her, it gave a good energy to the place.

"This is mom's room, Taylor." I said calmly.

Taylor looked at me, then looked at the room, letting go of my hand, to then walk in. I took a step forward, entering it as well, breaking the promise I made to not going in without her permission. Taylor didn't ask for permission, just started touching everything, and I must admit that that bothered me a little, mom used to get upset by that, she didn't like people touching her things, she made a point of organizing everything, as if she had a well-kept secret in there somewhere.

"This was all hers?" Taylor asked, already inside the closet.

"Yes. Everything is just as she left it."

"That explains the excess dust, you should ask someone to clean it, mom wouldn't like this at all."

I huffed in irritation. Mom wouldn't like her messing with her things, that's what she wouldn't like.

I walked to the closet, Taylor was holding a beautiful dress in front of her body, she was looking at herself in a big mirror, there were tears on her face. I relaxed my body in an attempt to get rid of this weird feeling.

"You'll look beautiful in that dress." I drew Taylor's attention, and she looked at me through the mirror. "Mom used to wear it a lot, she'd like to see you in it."

"What do you mean by that, Laur?" Taylor asked, already knowing the answer.

"I mean that if you want to keep it, it's fine." I said calmly.

"Are you sure?" Taylor asked with tears on her face. "I can hear you huffing from afar because I'm touching her things."

"I'm sure." I let out a nasal chuckle.

My fingers wandered through the clothes lined up in the hanger. I crouched down to see the shoes, there was no greater pleasure than going through my mother's things, they reminded me so much of the past...

"Laur, look what I found." Taylor said, drawing my attention. I stood up and walked over to her, there was a shoebox in her hand, but it wasn't used to keep shoes, there were a lot of things inside it.

"Let me see." I grabbed the box from her hand and walked out of the closet. "This box, Tay... I remember that mom got very angry with me when I found it once."

I sat on the edge of the bed, and Taylor did the same. I opened the box carefully, and the girl next to me tilted her neck to see what was inside. My eyes focused on the small journal surrounded by objects and photos. Without even thinking twice, I grabbed it, and held it so tightly that my eyes closed slowly. Taylor grabbed the fox from my lap and started going through the things there.

Do I open it or not? That was the only doubt in my head.

"Why haven't you opened it yet?" Taylor asked. My eyes landed on her briefly, but then went back to the journal. "Laur..." Her hand touched mine. "It's not as if you're invading her privacy. That journal might have things that mom would like to tell us."

I looked at Taylor again, trying to find a wrongness in her words, but there was none, she was right. I turned my attention back to the small book in my hands, my fingers wandered through the faded, dusted cover, until I lifted the tip, opening it:

This journal belongs to Clara. – It said in well-drawn golden letters.

A lump formed in my throat, my eyes almost couldn't see anything due to the sea of tears that had gathered in them. Just by seeing her name... her handwriting... it made my chest burn with nostalgia.

I turned to the next page. My eyes ran over her writing. Her handwriting, even hurried, was perfectly round:

This is the only place where I can be myself.

Next page:

I think I'm in love with the gardener's son, dad can never know about it.

I started reading out loud at Taylor's request:

We talked yesterday... But dad saw us, resulting in some heavy scolding, but I was too happy to get upset.

I turned a few more pages, mom stopped talking about the gardener's son, she only talked about simple things from her day to day, until I got to the tenth page:

I SAW HIM AND WE TALKED AGAIN! I'M SO HAPPY, HE ASKED ME OUT!

I heard Taylor let out a nasal chuckle by my side, we knew that that wasn't about Michael. Michael wasn't the son of a gardener, he came from an important family, however, a broke one.

Today dad introduced me to Michael, the son of his friend :( I'm sad because he told me that he'd be my future husband. How can I tell dad that my heart belongs to someone else?

"Wait... Does this mean that mom didn't love dad?" Taylor asked, shocked, which made me roll my eyes.

"Isn't it obvious? Now let me continue..."

I'M SO HAPPY! Today we met near the dock, he took me to a beautiful Island. I can still feel his soft lips on mine. I'm definitely in love with him.

In the next twenty pages, mom only wrote about her adventure by his side. That's how she always referred to the boy who stole her heart, she never mentioned his name, and I needed to know his name, I needed to know the name of the man who made my mom so happy.

I'm sorry to have forgotten you for so long, journal, but he has been making my days more and more incredible. But today I had to come here to talk to you. We argued today, he was jealous over the fact that Michael and I have become great friends.

"It looks like I'm watching a romantic movie." Taylor whispered. I looked at the girl next to me, she was smiling, and that comforted my heart. "Keep going."

I nodded my head and turned to the next page. The date was a little distant, as if she had abandoned her refuge again:

Oh, journal, you must be tired of hearing my apologies and lamentations, I know... But he makes my world spin so slowly, even after tonight... It was exactly on the Island that we named Angel, on a flowery meadow after a lovely dinner, that we made love for the first time... I've been over the moon ever since. Nothing will break us apart, not even dad.

I heard a sniff next to me, and looked at Taylor, she was crying.

"What?! You're crying too!" She murmured through her sniffs.

Me? Crying? I brought my hand up to my face, touching it, and it was indeed damp, I hadn't realized how much that affected me, but in a positive way.

Do you know when your heart breaks into a million pieces?

I made a brief pause as Camila crossed my mind. Yes, mom, I know...

No, you don't, you're just a journal, but don't feel down, you're better than a psychologist. Today was my graduation, Michael came as my date, and I thought he'd be jealous, but instead he smiled, smiled sadly with his eyes before ending everything, ending everything we built. He told me that he accepted an athletic scholarship, and that he's going to study hard so that one day he can give me everything I deserve, so that my father will accept him. I told him I love him the way he is, that dad won't stop me from living by his side for the rest of our lives... But his pride and insecurity spoke louder, Ronald left with the promise of coming back.

"Ronald..." I whispered, whispered in an attempt to try to remember people I might know with that name.

"I love and hate this Ronald at the same time..." Taylor grumbled. "Don't look at me like that, just keep reading."

My eyes went back to the journal, I turned the page and was startled by the date. It had been years:

Just look what I found... My old psychologist and friend. I thought I had lost you, but no, I just forgot you on this Island. I have so many things to tell you. It's been years, I got married, had a beautiful daughter with emerald green eyes, Lauren, my most precious possession. Now I'm pregnant with another little girl, Taylor, my angel is almost coming into this world. I got married and I'm sorry to disappoint you, it wasn't to the one I always talked about. You won't even believe it... Yes, it was with Michael, but calm down, I can explain myself. I came back to explain everything, there's no need to get mad at me. After Ronald left me, I was devastated, I wasn't feeding myself right, wouldn't even come out of my bedroom. I wouldn't let anyone see me, but weirdly, Michael convinced me to open the door to him, and we got closer than ever, he picked up every piece from my broken heart and was able to put it back together. Yes, he conquered me, we started dating in less than a week. Don't judge me for falling in love so easily, especially during such a hard time. When we celebrated a week together, Michael persuaded me to sleep with him, we made love. After two weeks, I began to feel heavily nauseous, and to add to the fire, my menstruation was late. And it was thanks to a pharmacy test that I discovered that I was pregnant with Lauren. What I thought would mean my death, was quite the opposite, my father congratulated us. With the congratulations came the wedding, and after the wedding came Lauren's birth. My beautiful emerald-eyed snow-white. Now I understand how good it is to write in you, you're back to being my therapist on such hard days as these. Taylor was born. My beautiful little girl. But that wasn't the only thing that happened... Ronald came back, he reappeared, I never imagined that I'd feel all those butterflies again.

With every page I read, I feared the worst. Mom began to tell how much she and Ronald got closer again:

Today we went out, Ronald, Lauren, Taylor and me. It had been so long since the last time I had fun like today. Lauren and he are strangely alike, in their ways and habits, and that arose a huge doubt in my head. You must be wondering about Michael, my dear husband who's no longer home for more than five minutes. I really fear to ask where he goes to come home so late, reeking of alcohol and cigarettes.

Ronald has been pressuring me, asking for a DNA test for the obvious... Lauren is definitely his daughter.

I looked at Taylor with wide eyes, the girl looked at me in the same way. I needed to continue, I needed to know:

The test comes out today. I had to pay for it, Ronald is still searching for a job, one that's already guaranteed in my company, but he refuses to accept... he refuses to accept...

"Lauren... Ronald... That name isn't strange." Taylor whispered.

Taylor was right, I recognized that name, there was only one person I knew with that name. The noise that Taylor made when she flipped the box on the bed drew my attention.

"What are you doing, Taylor?" I asked startled.

"I'm looking..." Her hands grabbed a bunch of Polaroid pictures. "Looking for more information in these pictures.

I got closer to her and we started to go through them one by one, they were almost all of mom, she was always smiling, and there were some of me with Taylor; until Taylor stopped in one.

"What's mom doing hugging Ronald from the financial department?"

My heart jolted in my chest and I got up quickly. FUCK! IT'S SO OBVIOUS!

"Fuck, fuck..." I started saying to myself, and tears began running down my face. Taylor approached me. "It... It was all in front of me... Everything, Taylor."

"For the love of God, calm down, Lauren." Taylor grabbed my arm and sat me down on the bed. It was all so automatic. Every word coming from Taylor became a whisper, my mind wouldn't allow access to anything, senses, sight, hearing, everything was a blur. "LAUREN! LAUREN!" Taylor started shaking me, bringing me back to this world. "Drink a little."

I grabbed the glass that Taylor was extending to me, and brought it up to my mouth, drinking everything in three gulps, relieving my throat from the discomfort it was feeling.

"Taylor..." I whispered. "It's all so obvious!"

"What's so obvious?"

"My intuitions, do you remember the day of the meeting when we were deciding if Rob would take over Mike's position or not?" Taylor nodded her head "Well... My intuitions kept screaming for me to choose Ronald, he's the only one I always treat well in that place." I got up, raising my arms. "This is my safe haven... Here! Where they used to meet! Ronald is my father, Taylor!"

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NOTE: Okay... I know I shouldn't say anything, but I can't contain myself. Don't y'all think is a little weird that Camila wants to get back together with Rob? Hmmm... That's all imma say... Now think about it and come to your own conclusions... Mystery, mystery... If all goes well, I'll be updating again tomorrow.