ESTEFANÍA
I called Josué because I needed to talk to someone about my encounter.
I never thought I would see Joshua like that in Grand Amarilo. I hadn't heard from him in four years. During that time, he was always present in my thoughts, although I always tried to bury his memory in oblivion, hoping that it would drown and one day I couldn't think of him anymore.
— Is it urgent? —Josué asked me on the phone. I had gotten into my car after leaving the hospital.
— Why do you ask? —I wanted to disguise it before dropping the bomb on him.
— Because you don't talk to me when you leave work to go straight home, and rightfully so. If you're talking to me right now, it's because there's an emergency. So spill it, friend. What's going on?
My throat trembled before the words came out of my mo
