58: Framed

A V E L I N A

It was past 7pm, and I haven't seen Lorenzo since morning. He hasn't come home, and the thought of him coming home late made me feel uneasy.

What was taking him so long?

My mind was all over the place, and my hands were shaking. It's been a while since I ate or had something to drink.

I had to wait for him, and I couldn't eat or drink anything until he was here. I wanted to talk to him before dinner, and that was why I was nervous.

He'll be home soon.

I paced around the kitchen nervously, waiting for him. He had to be home, soon. It was past 8, and he still wasn't here. I was so worried that something might have happened to him.

I took my phone out, and dialed his number. The phone rang a couple of times, but he didn't pick up. I was really starting to panic, and didn't know what to do.

Where is he?

Just when I was about to give up, the front door opened and in walked Lorenzo. His hair was disheveled, and his shirt was wrinkled. He smelled like a woman's perfume.

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