JOSHUA
Estefanía left for work after having breakfast with Iñaki and me. This time, I had gotten up to make breakfast because I had noticed that my wife was suffering from insomnia. I didn’t know what was troubling her so much that it kept her from sleeping. I wasn't going to wait for answers; I was convinced I had to find them on my own. I sensed it was something serious.
Iñaki was still in his pajamas, eating the chocolate waffles I had made for him. Estefanía sat across from me. I noticed she had covered her dark circles with makeup.
"Have you seen Marcelino?" I asked, as I hadn’t heard from him.
"Marcelino? No, I haven’t heard anything about him." She frowned without taking her eyes off me. "Why do you ask?"
"Just making sure the guy understood he can't mess with you anymore." I t
