JOAQUIN
I came downstairs fully dressed the next morning and noticed Martha only having my plate available for breakfast and coffee. She smiled and placed it in the usual spot of the island.
“Where’s Sofia?”
“She’s at the photoshoot, sir.”
“I told her that was out of the question.”
“I’m sorry, sir. She told me to pack the kids some food, and she’ll have them eat at the location.”
“Was Hugo with her?”
Martha nodded.
“I’m not hungry.” I left the kitchen, stalked to my office in the back of the house, and slammed the door. I dialed Sofia’s number.
“You’ve reached Sofia. I can’t come to the phone right now. Leave a message.”
“Sofia, call me back.” I hung up and dialed again.
“You’ve reached Sofia, I can’t come to the phone right now. Leave a message.”
She knew I didn’t want my chil
