My mind flashed between her two faces: waving at me from behind the glass, smiling and excited; sitting at arrivals, biting her lip like she. . .

Thirty days before I met the president; six weeks before Lucía told me her husband had hired a hitman; three months before I walked away fro. . .

I felt helpless and overwhelmed, as if drowning in slow motion.

We had instinctively moved our bodies against each other; our legs intertwined and her breasts pressed against me. Our faces touched and I . . .