"Be honest, Cariño. Does he ever treat you right?"

She took another step closer.

"Can you think of one time where he has actually cared?"

Another step, cornering you against a counter top.

"I think you deserve better than that, amor." she said, her eyes meeting yours.

"I don't think 'better' exists, ma'am." You said, breaking eye contact.

Three fingers gently grasped your chin and tilted your head back to look at her.

"Perhaps you're looking at it..."