The next day

I open my eyes and look around me. I am still disoriented.

What time is it? Where is Lucas? Those are the first questions that come to mind when I see myself utterly alone in this bed. I look at the clock on the nightstand, and I can't believe it's already noon. Have I slept that long? I wonder as I carefully get out of bed. I find my pale pink silk bathrobe that matches my short nightgown, put it on, and leave the room.

I look in each room to see if Lucas is in one of them, but I reach the end of the corridor without finding him. Maybe it's in the kitchen or in the garden, right?

When I finish going downstairs, I see him sitting on the sofa with the television on:

« The influential businessman Raúl Sandoval was arrested yesterday afternoon and accused of numerous crimes, including money laundering, trafficking in precious stones, drug trafficking, and white slavery. We haven't gotten any more details yet, but we'll be expanding soon.»

Says one of the country's most cr