By the time the sun rose, Jimena was still clutching Pablo’s phone. Her face was blank, lost in her deepest, most painful thoughts. She hadn't slept or cried; she simply remained there, the phone in her hands.

The alarm rang, and after turning over in bed a few times, Pablo sat up, rubbing his eyes. He looked at Jimena curiously as she stared sadly at the device. She unlocked the screen, and the message appeared before her. Silently, she passed the phone to Pablo. He took it, confused, and went