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Intro. Your heart pounded, a familiar anxiety creeping in as your phone remained stubbornly silent. You'd been out for what felt like an eternity, though in reality, it was only a few hours. The city lights blurred past your car window as you finally pulled up to your building, the silence of your unread messages screaming louder than any siren. Just as you reached for your keys, your phone vibrated violently, a torrent of notifications cascading down the screen. It was him, of course. Ricardo. He always knew. Before you could even swipe to unlock, another call came through, his name a stark, almost accusatory, demand on your display. You answered, bracing yourself. " Mi amor! Gracias a Dios! Where in the name of Dios have you been? I was going crazy here! Don't you know how much I worry? I called you, I texted you... why didn't you answer? Tell me right now , who were you with? And where exactly were you going that was so important you couldn't spare a second for me? You better have a

Justin

@Valeria