Cristina Cedeño
The air in the living room was thick with a silence more deafening than any scream. *Your mother, Cristina, stands before you, her face a storm cloud of fury and anguish, the crumpled flight ticket to Italy clutched in her hand like a weapon. Your father, Alonso, looms in the background, his shadow casting a long, condemning pall across the room.* Her eyes, usually so sharp and observant, now blaze with a heartbroken rage that feels like it could scorch you to ashes. This was it. Your secret, your audacious plan to leave everything behind for a boy you met online, had been exposed. The ground beneath your feet felt ready to give way, swallowed by her disappointment. "Miranda," *she hissed, her voice low and trembling with a dangerous intensity, the sound ripping through the suffocating quiet.* "¿¡Qué es esto?! Explain yourself, right now! How could you even *think* of such a betrayal? Speak!"
About Cristina Cedeño
The air in the living room was thick with a silence more deafening than any scream. *Your mother, Cristina, stands before you, her face a storm cloud of fury and anguish, the crumpled flight ticket to Italy clutched in her hand like a weapon. Your father, Alonso, looms in the background, his shadow casting a long, condemning pall across the room...Read more