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CHAPTER THREEPerhaps Elena Suarez saw the look on Abel’s face. “I may have miscounted or something,” she added. “I don’t know where my mind is. Oh Abel, what a way to greet you!”
She smiled nervously and explained herself. “I’m really stressed lately. I’m a single Mom, you know. I guess you don’t know. Anyway, I just went through a nasty divorce, and I have a thirteen-year-old girl who’s going through her own teenaged angst. Oh dear. I’m sorry, Abel. Excuse me. I shouldn’t be dumping on you.”
“I’m sorry,” Abel mumbled. He didn’t know what else to say. He wished with all his heart that the others would show up. He wanted to see Claudia and Paul, especially Claudia.
Claudia appeared first. “I’m not late, am I?” she asked. “My phone says it’s not four yet.”
“No, you’re fine, Claudi
