CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

GINEVRA

Joy comes in the morning.

But my morning came with confusion, with the inability to make choices that could help serve my purpose.

My life had always been a constant struggle with the continuous need to make choices—choices that brought success, choices that built self-esteem, choices that brought destruction, choices that brought about a fully fulfilling life.

I had always had to make the right choices.

But what even was the right choice?

I, Ginevra Rodriguez, was born with a purpose. My life as a Rodriguez was endured for years for that purpose, and something as foolish as the pleasures of love couldn’t be allowed to take away my purpose.

I had to choose.

So, when my eyes opened to an empty bed, when I quickly indulged in my morning routine, when I walked down the stairs almost limping, I had made the decision to bring to an end whatever it was that existed between Ricardo Sanchez and I.

Physical pleasure, emotional fulfillment, it all had to stop.

Approaching th