+GISELA+ "Come in," I raised my voice from the office restroom, as I heard Dolores' insistent voice. "Where are you, woman? I'm sorry, but I can't hear you well." "I'm in the restroom, woman. It's impossible that you don't hear me if I'm shouting at you." It's impossible that after crying all night, I've lost my voice. I don't want to remember it, but everything related to Adal and my son is impossible to forget. Yesterday, I locked myself in Gerald's room and didn't speak to Lucero at all, as the ungrateful woman was getting tangled up with Alfonso. She was supposed to be close by! The next morning, I got up and headed to the dining room, where Dolores informed me that Lucero had been drinking all night and that it was unlikely she would be able to come to work with us. I went to check on her in her room, despite hoping that Dolores had gotten it wrong. But as things were, Lucero was lying in bed, and not even the alarm or my shouting could get her to open her eyes. She was brea

+GISELA+ It was only three years, what happened? Why didn't they call me? Nooo, this must be a tasteless joke. Adal can't say that my father has died, that he didn't take his medicine. How? I sent him money and more, I always worked so hard to make sure they had everything they needed. Ash, everything hurts, I feel like I'm going to die, it's hard for me to breathe. My father, it can't be true what Adal just said. I can't accept that you're gone. Why did you do it? I never intended for you to leave my side. It was that woman! She's the one who killed my father, took his money, and left my mother on the street. "Please, I can't let you go," I hear Adal's screams behind me. "We're not finished talking, please don't do this to me." I wipe away my tears, run my hands through my hair, turn around, and the first thing I see is Adal with his eyes dimmed and a lost look. Hmm...that's strange. I shrug it off temporarily, because at this moment, I want to find that woman. I don't care wher

"No, I need them to leave," I replied angrily, "understand for once that I need to be alone." "Damn..." he muttered, and I felt like opening the door, "I don't know what happened to make you shut yourself in, but let me tell you one thing, woman, if you don't come out now, we're not leaving and neither are the employees because it's not fair for you to stay and for them to go to sleep." That man is insane, I had no choice but to open the door. I stumbled and half said that both of them were insane. "Hey, what happened to you?" Dolores comes to me with open arms, "why didn't you call me?" I stopped, a lump formed in my throat, and I burst into tears as I felt her arms around me. Between sobs, I told her that I was to blame for other people making bad decisions. "No, that's not true. We are all responsible for our actions, and you didn't put a knife to that person's throat to make them mess up, like we do with butter on bread." I didn't do it with a knife, but in a way, I pushed h

+ The night bears witness to our madness, and it wasn't long before Lucero showed up. The three of us decided to leave the house together, of course, only if the babysitter stays with my baby. And since Lucero is one of those who swears that everything will be fine, Dolores and I came to accompany her to the first bar we found, not those shady ones as Lucero would say. She has that touch of superiority, which is normal, that's how she was raised. For me, it's the third time I've been to this kind of place, and I think it will be the first time I take any drink with alcohol. At this moment, each of us will share our story; what troubles and saddens us. We've come here to drown our sorrows. The music in the bar is completely soft, not the kind where you have to shout to be heard. The club has low lighting, deafening and full of contorted bodies: on the dance floor, in the hallways, against the bar. A DJ mixed music on a small stage, and posters plastered all over the front promised t

+ "Wait for me, don't go alone," I hear Dolores shout behind me. She wants to dance with me, and I hope the waiter doesn't bring the margaritas right now. God, I need those margaritas! "Baby, don't leave me alone," and boom, Lucero joins us. This is good because now we're really enjoying the night. We're the three friends, not rivals that everyone expects. Never ever forget this moment. Lucero and Dolores are two important pieces for my heart and mind. "Please wait for me here, I'll be quick in the restroom, you know, so the others can get in," I leave them there. I want to dance with them, but my bladder is the most important thing right now. I walked down a narrow hallway and reached the restroom, which was so bright that a pulse of pain shot from my eyes to the back of my head. When I arrived at the stall, I fixed my hair and shouted to the sky because it's empty and all the stalls are available for me. Ha, how funny, I just need one. After a couple of minutes of relieving my