“I have no idea what Sophia told you,” Alistair said as he sat across from Felipe in the dining room with an incredible view of the large blue channel.
“She told me many things, but I’d rather you told me your version of the facts.”
“So, I’ll start from the beginning.” They have more in common than just their looks. Gazing distractedly into the Martial Mountains and its snowy peaks, Alistair quickly told him how he’d met Sophia, about their relationship, what had happened in the last few days and what his intentions were, omitting Sophia’s discovery in his dressing room.
“So,” he concluded, “it was more of a misunderstanding.”
Felipe keenly stared at Alistair, evaluating his words and weighing them against what he knew from Sophia. He knew there was a piece missing in the puzzle, but he couldn’t see what it was. Nonetheless, there was something innately protective and fierce about this huge man that made him give Alistair’s story some credit. “Let’s me be frank here, Alistair. I don’t know you, but I know my sister. We are very close. But for once, I know she is holding something back. Something very serious must have happened to make her flee like that. She is devastated, which means, to say the least, that she cares for you a lot and is suffering. However, all she told me was that she remembered the night of the kidnapping and that when you proposed, she got confused. I would have believed it if she had told me this on the phone, not in person, having come all the way down to Rio, right after your proposal. It doesn’t make sense.” His lips curled in a self-deprecating grimace. “I must look very gullible to you both. Do you want my help? Try telling me what she won’t.”
Perspicacious, aren’t you? You would use all your power to impede her from seeing me again. Alistair schooled his face as his mind concocted a half-truth. “That was all she told you? That she was confused by my proposal?” On his face, Alistair plastered a surprised look. Think, Alistair Connor. Think.
“Yeah.”
Just checking. Alistair’s relieved smile surfaced briefly, then he sobered. “She said she couldn’t burden me with her secrets and crimes. She left me for her own reasons. She had already said no to my proposal the day before. She thinks rather badly of herself.”
“Oh, no!” Felipe rolled his eyes heavenward, exactly like Sophia when she was irritated. “She’s not still saying she is a criminal, is she?”
“She is,” he said. I wish that were the whole truth.
“This is all my fault,” he muttered under his breath. “I put this idea in her mind. I was angry-” Felipe breathed deeply and took a firm decision. To an increasingly incredulous Alistair, Felipe explained the whole story of how the criminals had sent Sophia proof that Gabriel was still alive, about the financial help the Leibowitzes had given to the slum and the drug lord’s decision to disregard Sophia’s order not to kill them.
Alistair was speechless.
“I was shocked too. I couldn’t believe my gentle, gentle sister had asked for their fingers to be cut off. Things got of control. They were all killed, except for one who got away. She feels responsible for their deaths.”
“It’s neither here nor there.” He looked down at his plate, unable to eat anything else. I wish Heather had felt the same love for me. He looked at the scenery outside, feeling relieved by finally knowing Sophia’s secret. “I love her and the rest is absolutely irrelevant to me. It’s not something I could ever have guessed, but it’s not going to stop me from being with her.” If you only knew the dark secrets I keep, Felipe, they’re nothing compared to this. “Can it be traced back to her?”
“No,” Felipe shook his head. “There’s a pact of secrecy around it.”
“Good. I’m marrying her even if I have to spend all my life try-”
Something made him turn toward the door. Sophia.
He was still attuned to her.
But Alistair was not ready for his first glimpse of Sophia.
In the doorway, she had stopped dead in her tracks, white as the small patch of gauze that protected the stitches on her head.
The sight of her was a caresses on his sore heart. He let himself bask in her beauty. But there was also a sadness he hadn’t seen before. The light make up didn’t quite conceal the bruises on her left temple and the shadows under her eyes, and her raven hair loosely flowing around her accentuated her paleness. Her morning clothes were elegant, but her posture was despondent. Her faded blue jeans were baggy on her hips and thighs. She is not eating. Nor sleeping.
He noticed that her jeans were paired with a baby blue anorak with navy details opened to show an orange turtleneck sweater underneath.
He smiled. It is so like Sophia to dress colorfully. My private ray of sun. My Beauty.
He rose and everything happened at the same time.
Gabriela squealed delighted and ran in his direction.
Sophia swiftly gave an order to Maria and whirled around, almost running away from him, her heeled booties echoing in the quiet hotel.
Felipe turned and saw Sophia spinning on her heels. “Oh, damn!”
Gabriela flung herself into Alistair’s waiting open arms and hugged his neck, kissing his check, “Hi, Alistair. Hello!”
“Hello, Fairy. How are you?”
“I will talk to her.” Felipe raised from the table, as Gabriela chatted away and told him everything she’d been doing during the last few days.
10.38 a.m.
Felipe’s expression was one of guileless innocence. Alistair had proven his point to him and he transmitted it to Sophia the best way he could. But she was not budging from her position.
As a man who had been through what he had, he could relate to what Alistair was feeling. As a brother, all he wanted was Sophia to be happy. She deserved it more than anyone. He knew that if he wanted to convince his sister, he would have to pull the right strings.
“Sophia, when I told him about what you have done, he didn’t care-”
Sophia paled so suddenly that Felipe sat her down.
“Who gave you the right to tell him?” she asked hoarsely, shaking her head. “Felipe...” Tears filled her eyes and she put her face in her hands.
“Sis. You are making your mistake greater than it is. Making mistakes are part of being human. Learn from it and move on. You’re letting go a precious life lesson. Wisdom can only be learned the hard way.” He took her hands in his and made Sophia look at him. “My dear, you’re not perfect and, you know what? That’s a good thing.”
“I know,” she sighed forlornly. “I wish I could undo what I have done.”
“The past cannot be changed, but the future is yours. Don’t waste it trying to change the unchangeable.”
“Anyway, it was my secret to tell, not yours. Now, I’m even less ready to face him,” she shook her head in such an unhappy way, which told Felipe that she loved Alistair as much as he loved her.
“Sis, really, I think you are being too stubborn. He came all this way... To the end of the world!” Felipe mocked, hoping for one of Sophia’s smiles, but when her shoulders just sagged unhappily, he tried another approach. “Did you see Gabriela when she saw him? Did you see his face when he saw you? He is willing to wait for you. I mean, why not give yourselves another chance? Hear him out.”
Because I won’t be able to resist. That’s why. She sat on one of the reclining chairs on the veranda, watching her brother. I was counting on you to resist Alistair’s charms. Sophia could have sworn Felipe was impervious to all forms of influence. But I should have known better. Alistair Connor is the most charming man in the whole planet. “I need more time, Felipe.”