Julieta rushed home. Dolores arrived at her booth, frantically stuttering about an attack at the Casita. She figured Casita would have taken care of it by the time she got home, but she wanted to check to make sure.
Julieta opened the door frantically, sweat pouring down her face. The first thing she noticed was the foul stench of blood. Julieta dealt with blood daily. It came with the territory of being a healer. This time, the smell was very potent. The inside of the Casita looked like a bloody battle had been fought there.
She let out a sob when she saw the bloody body. Most of her family was out doing their daily chores. There was only one person who was in the house. Julieta ran to the form, praying that it wasn't her husband.
Julieta collapsed to her knees. She knew it was Agustín. He was still wearing the flower he always wore to represent Isabela. Julieta checked for a pulse and let out a violent sob when she realized he was gone. The wounds on his body were consistent with someone attacked with a machete. Through the tears, Julieta noticed a note.
'Can you fix this?'
Julieta knew who it was. A few days ago, a man named Mateo rushed to her booth. He told her his wife was in a cart crash. Julieta grabbed a handful of arepas before rushing off with the man. When they arrived, his wife had already past away. Mateo cursed out Julieta, calling her a lazy puta. The ordeal upset Julieta so much she had to take the rest of the day off.
Julieta went to her kitchen. She grabbed a steak knife. Now, Julieta never resorted to violence. She was the most level-headed Madrigal. However, when someone does something like this to someone she loves, she can't just sit idly by.
Julieta marched down to Mateo's house like a soldier going to war. Mateo spotted the widow, a smirk appearing on his face. "Hola, Julieta," he said. "Did you see the gift I left you? Now you can feel my pain."
Crack. Julieta's fist made contact with Mateo's nose. "You killed him," she screamed. "I didn't kill Adriana. I wanted to help her, but we were too late. You murdered my husband in cold blood!"
"You have a little fire in you, niñita," Mateo chuckled. He noticed the knife in her hand. "You wouldn't dare."
Julieta, in one motion, slit his neck. Mateo's blood painted Julieta's face red. He collapsed onto his side. For a few moments, Julieta stood there. She had just taken a life and didn't feel bad about it.
Julieta started to walk home, ready to pick up the pieces of her family.