Chapter 1: The Woman in the Middle
Every night, my brother’s new wife dragged her pillow into my room and slept between my husband and me.
Not on the couch. Not on the floor. Not in the guest room.
Right in the middle of our bed.
At first, I told myself it was temporary. My younger brother Tomás had just moved into our house with his new wife, Lucía, and families sometimes go through strange adjustments.
So the first few nights, I forced a smile.
“Sleep wherever you want,” I told her. “It’s fine.”
But it was not fine.
Because each night, Lucía appeared at our bedroom door carrying a blanket and pillow, her eyes swollen like she had been crying. Then she would climb into the space between Esteban and me with eerie precision, lie perfectly still, and stare into the darkness.
As if she was not sleeping.
As if she was waiting… Continue Reading ⬇️
