They Weren’t Asking for Love
Rafaela laughed, short and hollow.
“One bad day?” She pulled her call log up onto the screen.
“At 10:52, your car left me at the terminal.
From 10:52 to 11:24, Emiliano didn’t call me once.” Emiliano stared at the floor.
“At 11:25, my mother canceled the contract.
From 11:26 to 11:58, I got twenty-six calls from him.” Her voice never wavered.