PatriciaMorbosa

She leaned over the railing to watch my uncle’s car disappear, and I came up barefoot behind her. I’d been looking at her like that for years. That morning I stopped just looking.

I built the pool for the family, not for this: for my son’s girlfriend to spy on me from the window while I pretended not to notice her trembling hands.

The silence at the table said it all before the words did: my father had a debt, and this time it wouldn’t be paid with money.

I live naked in this apartment where no one knows us, waiting for my son to come back each night. After him there will be no other man, and I knew it from day one.

She had made me eat in a hurry, and now she was straddling me, wet, whispering in my ear that she wasn’t going to leave me alone until nightfall.

For my whole life I’d seen her in heels and stockings, but until that night on the sofa I never imagined what her feet could make me feel.

When I started drifting off on the couch, I felt her hand climbing up my thigh. I looked up and Camila was staring at me with a smile I didn’t know yet.

I was eighteen and had never been with anyone. My mother’s aunt ended up sleeping beside me that night, and everything I thought I knew about desire broke in silence.

We got to the ninth floor almost out of patience, she drunk on desire and me ready for anything. What I didn’t expect was to find her mother awake, with the screen lit up.

When I saw him get off the train, he was no longer the boy I remembered. In that moment I thought my husband would have to learn to share, even if he never knew how.

She entered Diego’s room with only a black thong under her robe. He was asleep. She sat on the edge of the bed and her hand went there on its own.

I went looking for clothes in her drawer and found more than I expected. What happened next changed all three of us forever.