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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐍𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬 and entered the kitchen at 6:45 am, she jumped in her baby pumps, startled by her sons' figure hunched to her right upon the center of the dining room.
Sitting in the dark, morning rays of sun serving as his only source of light, Guzman gripped his spoon tightly, nearly bending the silver metal with movement of dabbing his spoon in his cereal and bringing it to his lips. If it weren't for the clacking of his mothers' heeled pumps against the gray marble, he'd easily sense her appearance by the sensation of feeling her eyes lasering upon him. His left hand laid flat on the table beside his breakfast with his dimly lit phone placed beside it, his shoulders broad and straight while his deadly laced eyes locked blankly on air.
"You're up early," Laura observed, placing her palms on the open doorway between both rooms. Though punctual, Guzman Nunier was not a morning person; procrastinating waking up at a decent hour to only rush in the shower, dress, and eat breakfast before making it to school prior to the first bell. There were a few instances where the oldest Nunier would wake, only if the reason benefited him, in which this benefited his entire family.
She surveyed her son's appearance, her lips turning down into a frown when noticing his usual school uniform of tie, white button up, blazer, and slacks had been exchanged for a tight dark navy blue button up suit with a matching tie laced around a white button up.
"The coffee is fresh," he said, clearing his raspy voice while reaching for his own mug and bringing it to his lips.
Guzman and his parent's argued back and forth all night until Ventura had enough of his son's aggressive and determined rants and sent him to his room. Both Nunier adults understood their eldest was aching from their youngest's death and sought sufficient justice to put Marina at rest. While the couple were trying to accept and heal from their daughters passing, day by day they noticed Guzman fixate upon locking up his baby sister's murder. The intensity of ensuring Polo, if being the killer, received punishment for murder, empowered every thought in Guzman's mind, preventing him from healing on his own.
Rather than undergoing the emotional stages of grief, he was shielding himself from them all and instead, turned to anger and resentment towards anyone who played part in his traumatic loss. All Guzman wanted was a release, to avenge his sister, and be the hero he should've been.
He wanted to be at Polo's trial. While he had his accusations, proof, and heard the words from a few; he needed to hear the truth not only from Carla's statement but from his ex-best friend's mouth. It was as if the truth was dangling right before his face and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch it in his grasp.
