Valentina slowly got out of bed, her eyes never leaving the face of the woman who looked like her future.
"Who are you, and where is Julien?" she asked after she had straightened up.
"Oh baby, he's dead."
Her breath caught. "No. Julien isn't dead. How– how did that happen?"
"I shot him baby."
"You did what?! And for fucks sake stop calling me baby. I don't even know you!"
Bianca smiled a painful smile as she stared at the only fruit of her greatest love story.
"I shot him because he was taking you to a place where your body would be invaded. I couldn't have that happen to you. And yes baby, you do know me."
"No I don't," Valentina insisted. "I don't know you. Did you kidnap me? Did you forcefully take me just to bring me to my fucking bedroom in the States? How is that even possible when I wasn't asleep for that long?"
"Oh," Bianca understood her better now. "You don't know. Of course you don't," she whispered to herself.
