Author’s note: Sorry about that mini hiatus, my midterms were an absolute nightmare to get through. Anyways my schedule should be going back to normal now, so hopefully I’ll be able to keep these updates on time. In the mean time I hope you enjoy the latest chapter, it was a real beast to write.
Oh, and I apologize to any native Spainish speakers if I butchered the language.
He who has a why to live can bear almost any how. - Friedrich Nietzsche
“Ugh, this heat is absolutely killin’ me.”
“Eh, like you really have any room to complain. You weren’t the one who had to spend the last seven hours hiding under a pile of blankets in the back seat. Heaven help me, I think I’ve started to develop a sense of empathy for my mother’s pork enchiladas.”
“Yeah, well I’m also not the one who was dumb enough to think that he could embezzle almost ten grand from Jorge and get away with it scot-free. You brought all of this down on yourself, I didn’t. So pipe down already will ya. I’ll gripe about the damn heat all I want.”