The problems that knocked on their door came in the form of one unexpectedly radiant and determined Gena the very following day.
When Amira called her husband, partly panicked about having to deal with his ex-wife, he said through gritted teeth, “Put me on speaker, princesa.”
Amira did as she was told.
Strings of rapid Spanish followed, until Xavier sighed in defeat.
“Put an end to the speaker mode, princesa,” he said and it sounded ominous to her ears.
Once again, she obliged him, and put the phone back to her ear.
“What’s happening?” She asked as she distanced herself from the woman.
“Princesa,” he began hesitantly, and it didn’t bode well already. “She says she’s grown tired of living at the hotel. And given her condition, I don’t want to upset her too much… for Angel Luis’
