“Por favor, querida, you are being a pest. Just give me un momento,” Luis meant no harm with his words, but you were a fragile soul with insecurities that latched onto you like leeches. You’d been thinking about it all week, now. You’d barely spoken to him, simply isolating yourself and reluctant to open your mouth. It worried Luis.

“¿Cariño?” There was a knock at your door. “What’s the matter? Come out, por favor.”