Richard successfully trapped me, but I won’t accept my fate without putting up a fight. Un Muñoz nunca se rinde*, I tell myself while accidently crumpling the pages of the NDA. My mom’s wide-eyed gaze flickers over my face. “Please don’t be angry at me.” I smooth the paper out and get better control over my facial expression. “I’m not angry.” Disappointed, yes, but how can I be angry when she is clearly struggling with her choice?
