By one o’clock, your phone starts vibrating.
First Emilio. Then Emilio again. Then three messages in a row. Where are you? Why are your things gone? Vale, what is this? You stare at the screen while Sofía butters toast with the concentration of a woman trying not to commit assault preemptively.
“Do not answer him yet,” she says.
“I wasn’t planning to.”
“Good. Let him experience confusion. Men like him treat confusion like a human rights violation.”