C195 Why can't you love me?

Hazel's voice trembled as she asked, "Can we go, Francisco?"

Francisco's hand tightened around her waist, his fingers lingering possessively. He looked down at her, his expression unreadable. "You can go," he said, his tone calm but with an underlying threat. "Wait in the car. I’ll join you in two minutes."

Hazel felt a wave of dread wash over her, but she forced herself to nod