Urso
As soon as her car turned the corner, disappearing down the street, I stood in front of my house with a joint between my fingers and my chest full of things I couldn't even explain. She messed with me. Not just with my body, but with my entire system.
The doctor who had been dancing in the square yesterday, the woman who was just my hidden desire, was now inside my house putting my daughter to sleep in her arms. The woman who looks me in the eye as if she isn't afraid of a damn thing. The woman who messes with my thoughts, my peace, and my sanity.
Damn, that hit me hard.
After she left, I went back inside and headed straight for the kitchen. My mom was in there cleaning the stove, so I discreetly left her phone on the edge of the sink, acting like I was just hanging around.
"Mom,
