Carmen: Shane, it’s okay. I’m here. I’ll protect you.

Shane: I’m sorry you’re always… always seeing me like this.

Carmen: Shush, I’m getting you out of here.

The garage door opened again. Cezar walked in with Carlos and a bunch of other guys.

Cezar: You’re not here to protect her. You’re just here because you’ll watch her pay for her actions.

Carmen: Stop it! Let her go!

Cezar: Carmen! You’re my daughter and you’ll listen to what I say!

Carmen: If you’re going to hurt her, you’ll have to kill me first.

Carmen cuddled Shane’s head. Her eyes determined, just like her mother’s. Cezar and Carmen stared at each other fighting. Cezar gave up. It was like fighting against his wife. Useless.

Cezar: She stays with you 24/7. I’ll deal with her later.

Carmen: You don’t dare touch her.

Cezar: That will be up to me and her, depending on how useful she is to me.

Carmen untied Shane and helped her into the car.

Carmen: I warn you, don’t touch her.

She tended to Shane’s wounds. Carmen’s heart broke tending to all the cuts and scraps. She hated always seeing Shane lying there helpless and hurt because of her.

Camren: Shane, I can’t say I’m sorry, but I… I really can’t let you go. I am sorry for my dad. You just made me crazy for you. You know I hate you sometimes. Why didn’t you tell me? You stupid person. I wish you would tell me instead of me hearing it from someone else. I don’t even know why I’m rambling.

Shane: I’m sorry. It’s my fault.

Shane looked up at Carmen. She raised up her hand and touched Carmen’s cheek.

Carmen: Stop moving around. If you’re better you’re going back to live in your own room.

Shane was all bandaged up. She was healing well and moved to her own room three days later. Shane just paced around in her room all day long. She tried to go outside, but the door was locked. She found the book Julius Caesar on the bed stand. This was her only way of passing time. She yearned to see Carmen, but even the food was brought in by a chef or a maid. There was a knock on the door.