I blamed myself for everything. It never occurred to me that perhaps the problem might not be mine. In that house, the one I feared most was my father-in-law, the one who wore me down most was my mother-in-law, and the one I trusted most was Javier.
Or so I believed.
That night, thirst woke me. I reached for Javier and found only cold sheets. His side of the bed was untouched and empty. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the glowing clock on the nightstand. 3:10 a.m. The whole house was silent except for the low hum of the air conditioner. I slipped on my slippers and headed downstairs for water.
As I passed Javier’s office, I noticed a thin blue line of light under the door.
“Is he still working?” I thought.
Lately, his company had been under pressure, and he often complained about being exhausted. I was about to knock, ready to tell him to rest, when I heard his voice from inside. It was familiar, yet softer than I had ever heard it.
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