I slept with my ex-wife again during a business trip, and in the early morning, a red spot on the sheet took my breath away. A month later, a call from a hospital in Cancun made me realize that that night had not been a mistake… but the beginning of something much darker.

I stayed in Mexico City, immersed in a construction company. Elena went to Quintana Roo to work in the hotel industry. I heard from her through mutual friends, nothing more. That was fine. That seemed calmer. That he almost never talked about his past. And I didn’t ask him questions either.
Until I was sent to Cancun for work.
The idea was to inspect a plot of land for a new hotel complex and return to the capital two days later. I arrived tired, I checked into a hotel in the hotel and that night I went for a walk to clear myself. The music came from the bars, the tourists took pictures, the humid air stuck to my shirt.
I walked into a small, discreet bar, one of those low-light places where you walk in just to sit down for a while. I ordered a beer. And when I looked up, I saw her.
Elena was at the bar.
I don’t know how to explain it, but even on my back, I recognized it instantly. The way the hair was fixed, the way he held the glass, that serious posture that he always adopted when he was absorbed in his thoughts. I felt a jolt in the solar plexus. When she turned and saw me, her eyes wide opened, as surprised as I did.