"Debbie! What the hell are you doing? Carlos died of protecting you. But you divorced him no matter how much his dad begged you not to. You even aborted his kid. We haven't even buried him yet, but you have a new boyfriend already? You're nothing but a bitch!"

Wesley snarled on the other end.

At first, he didn't believe any of the rumors. He knew how much Carlos loved her and spoiled her. Someone must have been spreading lies. He didn't believe Debbie was like that at all. But now, she admitted it herself, which disappointed him so much.

Curtis tried to shut Wesley down.

“Wesley, it's not like that..."

On the other end, Debbie shut her eyes in anguish. A pang of sorrow grew in her heart. After a moment, she pushed her sorrow down, buried it, and said in a relaxed voice, “Carlos is dead. Do you want me to be unhappy?"

Wesley's anger grew. He had dark fantasies of pointing a gun at Debbie

Debbie just hung up. She couldn't Lie to them anymore. Her tears would betray her if she kept doing it.

That night, Debbie went to spend the night at Lucinda's, just like she promised. She slept in the same bed as Sasha. Staring blankly out the window, Debbie didn't fall asleep until midnight.

Soon after she fell asleep, she thought she saw Carlos in the darkness.

She grinned and said sweetly, "Mr. Handsome..."

Carlos smiled at her tenderly and reached out to caress her face.

“Mr. Handsome, I miss you so much..

Carlos said nothing but just looked at her, eyes full with tenderness and love.

Debbie grew anxious. She was eager to throw herself into Carlos' arms.

But no matter how fast she ran, she couldn't get the slightest bit closer to him.

"Mr. Handsome... Old Man... Please... Don't go!" she screamed.

Her hysterical shrieks jarred Sasha awake. Sasha, freaked out, quickly turned on the bedside Lamp.

In the light of the lamp, gloom all but banished, she saw Debbie sitting on the bed with outstretched arms. She looked like she was reaching for something she couldn't hold.

Sasha hugged Debbie and asked with concern, “You okay, Debbie?

Debbie..."

Debbie broke free from Sasha's embrace.

"I saw Carlos. He's going to pick me up."

Sasha was taken aback, heart racing fast. She looked around her bedroom in fear but found nothing suspicious. No ghosts.

"Don't scare me. Was it a dream?"