I spent the last few days at home. I decided to take the job with Travis. Travis’s office is on the other side of the building, and I won’t need to deal with Raul other than the occasional passing. Travis said he thinks Raul will probably spend a lot of time traveling back and forth to the Resort, so that made my decision easier. It allows me to keep busy and more time to look for a long-term job solution.
Since Melly is working, I did the house chores, and today I’m cleaning up the living room. I sit down at the table and start going through the junk mail that piled up. We always separate the mail into piles.
I sift through the ads and spam mail. An envelope catches my eye. It’s from Carlos. My hands shake as I carefully tear the top of the envelope open. I guess he really sent me
