ESTEFANÍA
I didn't know why I had told Joshua that I would go out to dinner with him the next day.
My heart was trembling more from the fact that I had committed to dinner with him than from the fact that I was going with Marcelino. The thought of being alone with him made me nervous.
With Marcelino, it was different because it was just a dinner between friends. But with Joshua, no matter how much I wanted to see him only as my son's father, I couldn't help but view it as a real date. I could never see him as just a friend, and that worried me. I didn't want to admit that I was still crazy about him. Not even four years were enough to erase what I had with him. The embers were igniting, and I didn't know if pouring water on them would make them flare up even more.
I got into the car an
