29 NOAHWhen I arrive at work, I go to the one place I know Olivia won’t find me.
“Hey, Rosita,” I call, clearing off a countertop in the mailroom and sitting down.
“I’ve missed you, mi amor,” she says, wheeling a cart full of packages over. As she approaches, she makes a tsking sound under her breath. Then she stops in front of me and runs her thumb under my eye. “You don’t look well. These dark circles aren’t normally here.”
I shrug. “I didn’t get much sleep last night.”
“Oh?” She gives me a knowing smile.
“No, nothing like that.” I guess I need to preface my statement; otherwise, people are likely to think I was burning up the sheets with my blushing bride. We are newlyweds, after all.
Her expression instantly falls. Frowning, she gives my cheek a pat. Then she lowers herself into
