sinners & saints | the weeknd & drake

8

Rosalina

I knock at the pool house, wondering where the hell Sofia is and why she hasn't cooked me my breakfast yet.

Cherish squirms around in my arms, eyeing down the surroundings. She clearly wants to wander off and explore, but Mummy isn't letting her.

"Sofia!" I shout, knocking even louder, as I bounce Cherish up and down in an attempt to settle her down.

Sofia doesn't come to the door and the little bubble of paranoia floats to the surface.

What if she's turned me and Abel in for all the sins we've committed?

I look down at Cherish now, who is fixated on the necklace around my neck. I can't have my baby girl growing up without a mother or father.

I pound my fist against the door. "Open this damn door, Sofia!" I scream, causing my poor daughter to jump at my raised voice. She looks like she's about to burst into tears, so I touch her cheek. "Sssh, it's okay, baby, I'm sorry. Mummy's sorry."

Cherish begins to relax at the sound of me hushing her and stroking her head.

The door opens and out comes a sleepy Sofia, looking scared. "Lo siento!" she exclaims, starting to apologise. "Esto no volverá a suceder, juro por mi vida (This will not happen again, I swear on my life)."

I chuckle a little and shake my head. "It's fine," I tell her. "I just wanted to tell you that you have the day off. Me and Abel are going to spend the day with Cherish."

Sofia beams at me. "Me alegro de que estés haciendo tiempo para ella (I'm glad that you're making time for her)," she tells me, while tickling Cherish, who squeals and laughs adorably.

I smile and nod before starting to walk off, with Cherish now gurgling in my arms.

"Rosa!" Sofia calls out.

I turn to look at her, eyebrows raised. "¿Sí?" I ask.

Sofia steps out of the pool house and walks towards me, a serious expression on her face. She frowns at me, causing even more wrinkles to appear on her ageing face. "¿Cuándo todo esto va a parar? (When is all of this gojnf to stop?" she questions. "Piensa en tu niña y qué podría pasarle si la policía se enterara de lo que tú y Abel hacen (Think about your little girl and what could happen to her if the police were ever to find out about what you and Abel do)."

I frown. "The police won't find out!" I snap. "That is unless you tell them." I tilt my head and narrow my eyes. "You'd never do that, would you?"

Sofia shakes her head furiously "¡Por supuesto no! Eres mi sobrina. Nunca te haría eso (Of course not! You're my niece. I'd never do that to you)."

"Good," I say before walking away.

A deep sigh of relief escapes my throat as I walk back towards the house.

The fact that Sofia understands English but can't speak it is really beneficial - in more ways than one.

She wouldn't be able to tell anyone about what me and Abel do because of the language barrier - well, if she had a translator, she would, but I doubt that'll ever happen.