Vanessa
I wake up to find Diego seated on the edge of the bed, already dressed in a navy dress shirt and black slacks. His gaze is fixed on my mother's urn, stroking his chin in deep thought.
After our interrupted date two nights ago, he hurried me into the house and left me with Danny while he had to handle "business". I suspect it involved violence, given the urgency, but naturally, I didn't ask. I'm just relieved that he's returned unharmed.
"Good morning, husband," I say, a bit too cheerfully. I refuse to acknowledge just how much I missed him during his absence.
His gaze flickers to me, a slight twitch at the corner of his lips. "Buenos días (good morning), Mama."
I brush off the warmth in my chest. "You didn't get shot again, did you?" I inquire, scanning his body for any signs
