DIGGING THE TRUTH. MORE PAINS

"What the hell are you doing here? Last I checked, we..."

"We had nothing to talk about. We had cut any kind of bond that tied us together and had a mutual understanding to steer clear out of each other's business. But you just don't know when or how to quit, do you?" I fume.

"I still don't understand what your unpleasant visit is all about." She retorts, playing dumb.

"This, Gracia!" I show her the photos on my phone one by one up to the fourth one. "Explain this!" I state when the is done glaring at the photos as if she does not understand anything.

No, correction. As if she does not care at all!

"And who are you to demand explanations from me, Tessa? Who do you think you are to stand in front of me and throw questions about what I am doing with my life?" She spits.

Hello? Is that even a question?

"I wouldn't give a damn about your disgusting life whatsoever if you were not meddling in mine." I yell at her, shocking her as she leans her face backwards, shock gushing over her. I comp