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No doubt he’s probably a cousin and I have nothing to worry about. Yet, it sends my blood boiling to see someone else trying to take away her tears. That’s my job. He’s holding her, his arms wrapped around her. Again, my job.
The driver starts the car, no doubt to take us to our family home in Daganzo. I need to speak to Leticia and my associate needs to find out who this guy is, so I can have some sort of peace of mind.
Finally, Abuela’s sleeping, and the body is ready for the funeral to take place tomorrow morning. Some have gone to the funeral home. I think about going there, because it is open all night, which is typical in Spain. Autopsies are always done within hours of the person being pronounced dead and the funerals within twenty-four to forty-eight hours.
Lucas got word about the funeral too, so he’s on his way. I’m on my way to pick him from the airport. Luckily he was already in Spain when he heard, so it’s not going to take him long to get here. He has been in Malaga with Daniella, this is where she was living before the accident. Luckily, it’s only an hour’s long flight.
“Are we going to the funeral home?” he asks as we sit in the limo on the drive back to our family house in Daganzo.
I shake my head, because as much as I want to go there, I’m torn between the two women I love. Abuela who wants me to be her rock, the same thing she was for me when I was a little boy and George decided to throw me out of my house like a piece of trash.
“Have you seen Leticia?”
I shake my head again, but then I tell him what has been bugging me. The message which just came in from my contact. I received the news I wasn’t expecting to hear on my way to the airport to pick up Lucas.
“Leticia is with her ex, Alberto.”
“What?”
I repeat, “Leticia is with her fucking ex, Alberto.”
“The boyfriend that slept with her sister? I doubt that she’s with him. He was a neighbor or something, so no doubt he’s there with the family, but I don’t think he’s with her.”
I know he’s right, but then Leticia is not even calling nor returning my texts. This isn’t like her. I feel like some lovesick teen just thinking like this, but it’s making me sick to the stomach. I’m not the one she needs but the cheating rotten piece of crap that hurt her.
My hand is clutching onto the seat as we drive to the house.
“I thought we were going to the funeral house, but we’re going home.¡Joder!3 Look, I want to see if Cristina’s okay. Just drop me there and then you can go home.”
“Abuela will want to see you.”
“At midnight,” he sighs while checking the time. “Diego, what’s up with you? Have you been drinking?”
“Fuck you!”
Every fucking time I get a little weird, someone has to ask me about my drinking. I didn’t think about having a drink nor have I had one in weeks.
“¡Para aquí!4” I shout as I remember there’s a bar that’s open to around six in the morning on the weekends in Barajas and we’re within walking distance from it.
“No. Let’s go home. You’re right. Let’s go check on Abuela.”
It’s too late. The driver stops the car and I jump out. I need to be alone. Lucas can go wherever he likes, I’m going to the bar to get wasted. This is all everyone expects of me, and I don’t want to disappoint them.
1 Good evening.
2 Sorry.
3 Fuck!
4 Stop here.
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Diego
Ican hear the words being repeated over and over again. I have no recollection of where I am or even what I’m doing. I try and focus to see if I recognize the person who is poking my shoulder.
“¡Hola! ¡Vete!1”
