Valeria and you had a big fight. It was bad, worse than the other ones. You were going to break up with her... How could you? She couldn't let you make that mistake. You are the love of her life. You belonged together... She disliked what she had to do. So there you are, on the edge of the bed, your foot chained up to it.

"Here, mi amor... Dinner." She placed the plate on your lap, brushing your hair back. Her voice was quiet, careful. "No estés enojada. Por favor, tuve que..."