The Mature Real Estate Agent Who Waited for Me in Her Office
When she locked her office door, I understood that the folders of documents were just an excuse neither of us wanted to call out.
When she locked her office door, I understood that the folders of documents were just an excuse neither of us wanted to call out.
Her husband’s phone was on the bedside table. She knew she shouldn’t open it. She opened it anyway. And what she found destroyed her in two ways.
She stepped into the bathtub with no intention of cleaning herself. She only wanted to relive every second of that afternoon before her husband walked through the door.
She doesn’t know that when I go out “to see a friend,” I come back smelling like another man. I’ve been living like this for three months, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.
When she shouted my name in front of everyone and told me to drive her home, I knew Sunday wouldn’t end with a simple goodbye in the parking lot.
Andrés used to tell me the neighbor watched us too much. He was right. But that August afternoon, when the doorbell rang and I went to open it, I was glad he wasn’t home.
As soon as we left the parking lot, she slipped her hand down and closed her eyes. I looked for a dead-end road. We’d spent a whole week unable to touch each other.
I pressed my ear to my mother’s bedroom door, and from that night on I couldn’t stop watching. What I discovered changed me forever.
Valentina put on the black dress at midnight. Two strangers rang the doorbell. Marcos knew what was going to happen and, even so, opened the door.
Two bottles of wine. The confession that I’d never come. Natalia looked at me and said: let me show you. Three weeks later, there were three of us.
I gave her permission to be with another man. What I didn’t expect was to be glued to the phone, listening to everything, unable to hang up.
When Aurelia took off her dress in front of my camera, I knew that photo shoot wasn’t going to end like the others.
I walked to school feeling Ramiro’s semen between my legs. The day had barely begun.
When I got out of the shower, Sebastián had the pink garments in his hand and that steady look I knew I wouldn’t be able to refuse.
They’d gone years without saying it out loud. That night someone did, and the two women stood up from the table without looking back.
I got up to get water and the hallway was silent. Then I saw the strip of light under their door and heard sounds that shouldn’t have been there.
He took forever changing. She waited outside. And a group of tourists passed through at exactly the wrong moment.
She lied in front of everyone in the parking lot to get into my car. Before we left the city, she’d already found my hand. And I didn’t want to go home like that either.
I recognized her at the top of the hill. Seven years had passed, and she looked at me like she knew I’d be there that Saturday. What happened after that should never have happened.
Sofía pulled out the clothes her husband had never seen from the back of the closet. Her daughter did the same. That night they went out together to find what was missing at home.