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Guilt

-Amira's pov-

"Care to explain?"

I could practically feel her nausea after hearing me say that. Her eyes broadened, but Ric seemed less shocked much to my surprise.

Moments passed, not a word left either of their lips.

"Ma?" Hoping to snap her back into reality. She blinks various times, still in shock.

"W-well," the woman starts, "We, Ahem, how do I put it?" Her question seemed more like an external thought, not exactly directed for anyone else in the room.

I raise my eyebrows impatiently, observing Ric lacing his fingers through my mother's.

I wished that was my Pa.

Not that I had much against Ricardo, I was mainly ticked off with Mama. But if Papa was still here, maybe things would feel simpler again.

"From the start please?" Annoyance in my voice.

"Okay." She sighs, seemingly trying to sort her thoughts. "Years back, when we were just teenagers," Gesturing to her and her husband. "We were together, until Ric had to... move?" It sounded more like a question from her. But I brush it off as nothing. "I fell in love with your father afterwards. Skip to when I had you, Ricardo moves back and-"

"You had an affair." I cut her off. Her silence after I finish it for her explains the rest. Guilt is visible behind those dull, brown eyes of hers.

I visited to get an apology and explanation from them. Ma struggled to simply explain it, and neither of them have apologised for keeping this in the dark.

Honestly, I wasn't even mad at Ric, at all. After connecting the dots a bit, I realised he wanted to tell me yesterday when Mama denied the idea.

Ric could clearly tell that Mama didn't know what to say next, since he opens his mouth. "We're truly sorry, for-"

"It's not you I'm looking for an apology from." Pursing my lips. Ricardo nods in understanding and I continue waiting for my mother.

I wait.

And wait.

And wait.

Before I know it, I've been sitting there for a while, not a word from my mother's mouth.

It was obvious I wasn't getting anything out of simply hanging around. So with a sigh, I lift myself off the couch.

As I'm leaving the home, a shout causes me to halt in my position.

"Wait!"

Raising an eyebrows while I turn to face the pair. My attention directed to the guilt ridden woman, ashamed of her past. She's standing up, fiddling with her fingers while she contemplates something to say to me.

As she begins speaking, I don't hear her, as another voice is covering it.

'Uh, princesa, sorry to bother you but...'

'Hold that thought Cami.'

"Sorry Ma, can you repeat that?" An awkward smile grows over my face.

She doesnt hesitate to nod and repeat, "I was saying, I'm really sorry that you never knew about any of this, I should've told you especially considering your father passed. And you should've been able to have a relationship with you sister a long time ago."

I remain silent for a brief moment, happy she understood where I was coming from.

"Thank you, Ma. I accept your apology." With that, I gesture goodbye as I leave the house. Stepping out the door, I feel a lot more whole then when I'd entered.

A group of kids skipping past somehow reminds me of Camilo. 'What were you saying?'

'...Well... I was trying to make friends with your sister because I can tell she'll be an important part of my life, and she asked me to get a vision with her from Tío. So, we got a vision...'

'Mhm?' I felt a little sceptical about where this was going.

'And uh, in the vis-... can you just come over? I'd have an easier time explaining this if you were actually next to me.' Desperation in the request.

'Of course amor.' Without reluctance I hurry back to casita.

Not even needing to search, I hear faint talking from a nearby room. Hmm? I peak in, leaning from behind a wall. To my surprise I see Peggy and Camilo both sitting on the couch. My sister's face is buried into her hands, while Camilo attempts to console her by wrapping an arm around her shoulder. But what catches my attention most is the glowing, green shards scattered across the floor ahead of them.

'Milo? What's going on?' I don't want to put pressure on Peggy with extra company, so I attempt to catch my novio's attention without verbally speaking as I step into the living room.

As expected, his head pops up, his stressed gaze meeting mine. '...Put together the vision, you'll understand.' It's an ominous request, but I obliged.

After collecting the pieces, also making my presence noticed. I sit them all down on the coffee table.

I see a wince on Camilo's face as I'm slipping the shards back together.

I pick up the vision for a better look.

A violent gasp escapes my throat as I observe the dreadful image.
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(Scribbled over text)

Oh well, time for me to cook. little Ami is helping me out tonight, and by helping I mean sitting and watching me. I'll teach her how to cook one day, when she's not too scared to get burnt.

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