ONCE UP ON A TIME, THERE WAS PALOMA

HAZEL

"What the hell are you doing?" Ramon asks, making me jump. I glance back down the the computer and try my best to think of what his password might be. Ramon won't tell me what's going on.

"What's your password?"

"You won't find what you're looking for on there, Hazel." He says lowly, leaning against the doorframe. I glare at him and raise me eyebrow until he gives me his password. "My little wolf." He sighs.

I type in the password, and a photo of the two of us on our wedding day pops up as his background. Files line both sides of the computer, each carefully labeled and alphabetized. My eyes wander around hopelessly, because I'll never be able to know what he's not telling me without a label.

"Just give up. I know you better than to keep something like that on my computer." He sighs out loud. I glance over at him before falling back in the chair. Crossing my arms over my chest I pout in my husbands direction.

"Just tell me-" I grumble. "It can't be that bad-can it?" Thinking ove