Chapter 3: My Husband Told Me to Let It Go
One evening, I stopped her at the bedroom door.
“Why don’t you sleep with my mother instead?” I asked.
Lucía lowered her eyes.
“I snore,” she said. “I don’t want to bother her.”
I almost laughed from frustration.
You’re already bothering me.
But before I could speak, Esteban looked at me from his side of the bed.
“Let it go,” he said quietly. “Being crowded is better than leaving her scared.”
That should have comforted me.
Instead, it made me feel completely alone.
The problem was no longer just the crowded bed. It was the feeling that my own husband was protecting her strange behavior while asking me to swallow my discomfort.
During the day, Lucía was impossible to dislike. She cooked, folded laundry, cleaned quietly, and treated my mother with respect.
But at night, she became someone else.
Still. Watchful. Terrified… Continue Reading ⬇️
