EMMA POV
I was looking out the window from the hotel where I checked in this morning. The weather is fine; sunny and too hot to go outside when it's supposed to be raining because it is rainy season. I looked at my arm where bruises were still visible when Luis tried himself on me. He was drunk last night when he came home and saw me talking to a friend over the telephone.
He's still my husband -- that was what he was trying to justify. We were separated for almost ten years when I asked him to leave the house because of his womanizing. Years ago, he found a way to live on his own; he got a job in the city and also built a small business through the money that I gave him so he can start over. My two son followed him in the city and then I was left alone in the house -- lonely and un
