Making love and talking were doing us a lot of good, but there were other things we didn't know about each other because for us, falling in love had been a game of coincidences and complicated situations that brought our paths together.— And your favorite dessert? — I asked, realizing that I didn't know many things about him and that I would have to do something for his birthday.— Any dessert that's chocolate — he said, touching my hair.— Passionfruit cheesecake — I replied as I put on the clothes that barely fit me. I had been getting by with loose shirts and leggings that I had brought from Mexico.— Passionfruit makes me sick, it gives me a blood pressure drop that could kill me — he explained. I smiled, discovering these seemingly insignificant yet important things about him.— Well, at least I won't have to share with you — I said playfully as I laughed and looked for a place to sit. The softness of the bed was causing me back pain, and it was uncomfortable.— Aren't you tired
It was as if Thiago suddenly showed me that he was hiding something, and happiness turned into bitterness, doubt, and guilt.— Stay here, if I don't come back by midnight, please don't wait for me. Tomorrow, the same driver will come to take you to the university. There's enough food in the kitchen, I've left everything prepared for you, you won't need anything, don't worry, don't call me, I won't be able to answer you — he instructed with his voice tired from the rush of getting dressed so quickly, without even giving me a kiss or a farewell hug.— But Thiago... — I managed to say as I watched him go through the bedroom door. I didn't have the strength to chase after him, and I felt a pain in my chest, as if things with him were too ephemeral to understand.— Just please don't open the door to anyone except my driver. Look through the windows before opening it — he warned without turning to look at me, as if what was happening was too urgent.— Damn it, he lied again — I muttered, an
— Well, look, darling, I can't lie to you no matter how much I want to or try, really, I can't. You're very smart — she said as she pulled me by the arm in search of a safer place. Clara Lucía was trembling with fear, looking behind her as if she knew that someone might be following her.— Tell me what's happening — I said frustrated as I directed her back to the room. I had gotten to know Clara Lucía, and I knew that anything she would say was real, that she wouldn't lie. But what I needed most was calmness because I couldn't afford a major emotional problem that would affect my child's well-being. I took a deep breath, ready to listen. I knew she wouldn't have good news.— It's just that, according to what I found out from Diego after your call, that...Clara Lucía managed to say before we were interrupted by a sound, someone was knocking on the door forcefully, as if something bad was happening outside.— Clara, open the door quickly! Love, please, open it now! — Diego shouted from
The anguish overwhelmed my consciousness. On one hand, thinking about all the bad things regarding Thiago hurt me, but being in that room after fleeing made me regress, thinking again about what was happening to him. Possibly, I slept until the early morning, not because I stopped thinking, but because of exhaustion. The bed was too soft, and my back hurt horribly. Diego and Clara, on the other hand, slept happily, and I felt pain for not being in the same conditions as them, an envy that consumed my soul.Once a ray of sunlight entered the room, I got up. They were still asleep, wrapped in each other's arms. I looked at them and could only touch my belly, which was the only company I had left. The hotel provided breakfast, and I devoured everything. Anxiety consumed me, maybe because of the noise I made, I managed to wake up Clara Lucía, who immediately got dressed and approached me, with delicacy, with shame for not telling me the truth, for being Diego's accomplice and keeping me i
I felt my mouth go dry, but I didn't quite understand. If Esmeralda was in Mexico, she couldn't harm me, so what was the point of running away to a country so far from mine?— And where is Thiago? — I asked, absorbed, as if what they had just said wasn't something serious. — What does this have to do with the phone call? Maybe Thiago knew, and that's why he came to see me. I don't understand. — I said, getting up from the small seat again and started walking around the room like an idiot due to anxiety, this time I was the one biting my nails out of nervousness.— In Mexico, dear — Clara Lucía replied, and Diego interrupted to answer my other question.— Lisa, Esmeralda knows that you're here, and yesterday when she realized that Thiago had traveled, she couldn't contain her anger any longer. Thiago knew that if his lawyer called him, something bad had happened, as he had instructed them to communicate only through messages to avoid suspicion, you know, people always overhear everythi
— However, I continued to inquire, "And how do you know all of this? Thiago is more mysterious than a man," I asked curiously, wanting to know what kind of relationship they had for Thiago to confide in him about my safety.— "My mother was his family's maid, and she helped us financially so that I could receive a good education. I lived in that house since I was a child, so we became good friends. Now, as adults, he reached out to me to help him with this case because he knows I'll never let him down. So, I'm aware of the whole situation, not just as a detective but also due to the trust we both share," Diego explained, not portraying his role as a detective but rather as the good college friend he had pretended to be when we first met.— His story seemed touching; it appeared that, after all, wealthy families weren't as bad as one might suppose — "And were you there when he married Esmeralda? According to Thiago, he was very young, maybe you were still living there," I probed, curio
When Diego left the room, I tried to follow him. I was sure that Thiago was the one calling him. He knew how to hide well, as he had done before I knew they were allies.— "Don't go, Lisa, for God's sake, understand," Clara shouted after me as I got up, but she blocked my way.— "You defend him because he's your boyfriend, but I don't want any more deception, Clara Lucía, no more. I need to talk to Thiago," I pleaded.— "When the time is right, you'll talk to him. For now, let Diego speak with him, and then he can tell you what's happening," Clara said to calm my pleas.— "I can't take this anymore, Clara Lucía, I just can't!" I said as I returned to the bed, like a scolded child, obeying my friend's advice.— "That's right, dear, lie down and rest. Every time you shout, it feels like that baby is about to come out of your womb. You're too irritable, Lisa, very stubborn," Lucía grumbled, perhaps tired of my attitude like a spoiled child who doesn't understand. In reality, I was just a
— Lisa, Lisa — she repeated my name over and over, but I no longer knew if the pain of the soul was equal to or worse than the physical.— Here I am, just trying not to think, and believing faithfully that my son will be born on time, that nothing bad will happen — I replied, trying not to worry Clara even more.— You're too pale, do you really think you can hold on, or should I call someone to help us? — she said, concerned.— No, don't call anyone. I know I can still hold on, I know he won't be born now, I know he won't die, something within my mother's conscience confirms it to me, — I replied, and calling myself a mother moved me; it was the first time I assumed it with such faith.— And Thiago — she murmured.— Thiago, my good Thiago, as I used to call him, he was a fundamental piece for me to give up the idea of aborting. It's one of the reasons why I love him as someone completely special. I say love because I don't know if you can love so quickly, but his actions towards me ha