Dinner with the Past

Valeria, hold yourself. You cannot possibly think of the man who treated you like trash as hot or sexy. His looks faded when he left you in the storm. Looks don't matter; the soul does, and he has an ugly one.

I told myself, and it worked as I pulled my eyes from him and then focused on Mrs. Castillo. Pulling away, I extended my hand for a handshake to Mr. Castillo, but he ignored it by taking me