JOSHUA
EIGHT MONTHS AFTER THE DIVORCE . . .
A week had passed since I last saw Josue.
My life was becoming more and more monotonous. I had gone to Charlotte, a city four hours away by train from where I lived. As usual, I had gone alone for the weekend to continue the search for Estefanía on the main streets.
I arrived at the train station at six in the evening and went to rent a car to drive peacefully to the hotel. I hadn’t eaten anything, so when I got off the train, I approached a Starbucks stop to buy a coffee and a snack. I didn’t think I would be hungry enough for a full dinner.
I had lost some weight in the past few months because I wasn’t eating well. If it weren’t for Tito, my assistant, I would have been skipping breakfast for weeks.
I got into the car and snow was falling
