Maia Mesa grew up with her family in Cuba, but that suddenly changed, and she found herself in a position no one wishes to be, without family.
Marcus Burnett, a repentant and good soul takes her as his own daughter, as well his wife Theresa, a new...
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Well, it's official—the body wash is completely gone. But after that long, hot shower, I feel like a new person. I used every last drop of whatever was in the shower, scrubbing away the mud and dirt that had clung to me from our escape. The water washed away not just the grime but also some of the tension that had been weighing on me.
As the steam enveloped me, I could feel my muscles start to unwind, the tightness in my shoulders easing with each passing minute. The stress of the day began to melt away, leaving me feeling refreshed and more in control. By the time I stepped out of the shower, I could finally breathe a little easier. My body, once tense and on high alert, had relaxed, giving me a moment of peace.
I wrap myself in a towel, the warmth of the shower still clinging to my skin as I head downstairs, just down enough to catch sight of Kelly, I don't want another embarrassing comment from Armando.
"Can I borrow some clothes?" I ask, my voice still hushed from the calm of the shower.
Kelly looks up from what she's doing and nods. "Sure, use whatever you want," she replies, her tone casual. I notice she's no longer in her robe; instead, she's changed into a pair of dark pants and a shirt, the deep colors mirroring the serious mood of the situation.
I step into the bedroom that Kelly shares with Dorn.
It's not huge, but the bed dominates the space, offering a sense of comfort and warmth. As I approach her wardrobe, I start sifting through the clothes, scanning each piece for something suitable to wear. My fingers brush past a few hangers before I stumble upon some of Kelly's more intimate items—sexy lingerie that makes me smirk. "Kinky," I mumble to myself, deciding that she'll need those more than I do.
I settle on a beige jersey with and a pair of black pants. The sneakers I find are a bit snug, but they'll do for now. I consider lying down for a quick nap—the bed looks so inviting—but I remember that we didn't come here to sleep. There's work to be done.
As I make my way downstairs, I wonder how much time has passed. The scene that greets me in the living room is like something straight out of a TV show. Papers are scattered everywhere, boxes line the walls, pictures are pinned up, and the computer screens are flashing through various bits of data. It's clear that everyone's been busy while I was getting cleaned up.
I head to the kitchen, pulling open the fridge my eyes scan for something simple. Cheese and ham will do. I quickly throw together a sandwich. "What do we have?" I ask.
While I wait for an answer I take the first bite of my sandwich. As the food begins to settle in my stomach, I can feel my mood slowly lifting, a sense of control returning to me.
