𝐌𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐳. Even being born right next to the cruel and sick crime life never changed the charismatic and positive Mia who wanted to help change the messy world she formed part off.
Becoming a nurse at the age of 25 and joining her d...
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Three days before the trial
"Hey, everything okay? What are you looking for? I might be able to help you." I stop my frustrated search for a pan at the sound of Rick's voice.
"A pan, a small pan. I can only seem to find huge ones and I just want to make a freaking egg." I close the fourth drawer I have checked with more force than indented.
"It's right there." He points to the drying rack next to the sink that's practically in front of my face. "Felix isn't a big fan of dishwashers so the stuff is usually drying over the counters or wherever he can put it."
"Thank you." I close my eyes for a second and bite my tongue to try and get myself together.
"Are you okay, honey? Why don't you go sit down and I make you that egg?" Rick says softly while walking in my direction.
"No, don't worry. I'm fine." I shake my head taking the pan into my hand and looking for a dishcloth as it's not fully dry yet.
"Come on, let me do it, it just takes a minute. You go sit down." He gently takes the pan away from my hand and I nod in surrender before giving a step back and going to sit behind the kitchen island. "How do you want it?"
"Scrambled please," I mutter putting my elbows against the marble countertop and resting my head against my hands.
"Of course." He replies placing the pan over the cooker and going to get an egg. "Had a bad night?"
"I wish it were just one." That's not really what I wanted to reply with but my thought got out before I could stop it. "This house it's just too quiet, I'm not used to it." I try to cover it somehow and it's partly not a lie, the quietness of this place doesn't help. I'm used to the noise of the city, I have lived there all my life.
"I get you, it happens to me too, and well a lot of us actually. That's one of the reasons I go to bed pretty late, usually, I'm down in the living room reading or playing cards with Felix so if you can't sleep someday and want to join us you are more than welcome." He keeps on cooking while talking to me. "That or you could also go for a walk to the gardens, that's what Miles and Danielle used to do, you can hear the insects and the wind ruffling around the different plants."
"I will take that in mind, thank you," I whisper not sure of what more to say while I wait for him to finish with the egg.
The reality is that I don't even know what's wrong with me anymore. I either sleep for twelve hours straight or I don't sleep at all and no matter which I still feel exhausted all the time. My appetite works in the strangest of ways and I can't get myself to do anything. I have stopped taking those damn pills but nothing has changed. Maybe I should talk to my dad but he doesn't know much about what's going on and I'm sure he will just blame Carlos.
On top of that, Mason's trial is in three days and I was supposed to see Mark, go through the details of my statement, and think of answers to possible questions but I can't leave this fucking house without ten men following me. I know I told him I would be okay with it but it's draining. Doing this alone is already hard enough, doing it while everything around me is also falling apart is just impossible.
