He didn’t hesitate.
“Much better. Everything is almost resolved.”
Just then, his phone buzzed.
He glanced at the screen and stepped into the hallway to answer. His voice dropped to a whisper, but I could still hear him.
“Relax, love… I already got the money.”
And the voice that replied was not his mother’s.
My heart started pounding, but when Álvaro returned to the kitchen, I pretended nothing had happened.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I said. “Just tired.”
I didn’t sleep that night.
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