The condo was unusually quiet that afternoon. Not that I was complaining. After spending days worrying about Fernando, arguing with Alex, and generally feeling like my life had turned into a poorly written crime drama, I welcomed the silence.

Alex had instructed the housekeeper to send someone to do my laundry. When she arrived, I simply sent the girl back sweetly and politely with a chocolate bar.

I sat cross-legged on my bedroom floor with a basket of freshly laundered clothes beside me. The