70 - Joana

For a moment, I was still lying next to Pablo, feeling his big and firm body on my back. He hugged me after sex and kept his arms around me, holding me as if he feared that I could evaporate at the slightest sign of carelessness. I still saw stars, and this could be due to the fact that he still kissed the top of my spine and slid his strong hands down my torso. A gesture of innocent affection.

I could list at least twenty-two reasons why all that shit was the worst decision I could have made in my whole life. Pablo was a walking delight, but a criminal. As far as the law could see, he had committed at least the crime of obstruction of justice, by not testifying against or in favor. And I was a respectful lawyer. With years of a career consolidated by the shit my sisters did and I had to get rid of them. Anyone who suddenly entered that cell would be amazed to find me in the arms of my most mysterious client.

Even my mother, whose advice was to keep the Sinclair family within reach of