WITHOUT FLAVOR

Ximena left the hospital, sent for her belongings, and her sister bought a house on the outskirts of the city, where the fresh air would be good for the baby. She must be transported by ambulance due to her precarious health.

“Sir, it's not this way.” Emily was worried because she already knew the way to her new home very well.

“Ma'am, we're taking a shortcut; there's a traffic jam,” answered the paramedic.

“You're lying; we are heading south, and the house is in the north; sir, stop, or I'll call the police.” Emily pulled out her phone, so he could see that she was serious.

“You know what, Miss? Stay still, or we'll have to strap you to the stretcher too.” The paramedic pointed a gun at her, and his mask came off.

“You are Max, or Leonel; whatever your name is, you want to kill me to take revenge on Angelo. What you don't know is that we are nothing.” Ximena shouted, trying to get loose from the stretcher.

“According to what Vivian told us, you are the only woman he has sincerely fal