Martina
After last night, Vincent's words keep spinning in my head, and I can't help but feel a bit excited.
Could it be true?
I run my hands over my face with unease, and it unsettles me even more that I have to go see him to tell him I'm taking the kids to Paris.
“Vero, I'm going out for a moment. Please check that the kids have everything they need for the trip.”
I ask Veronica to check and grab my purse to leave.
“Of course, Mar,” she affirms, and continues with her tasks.
I leave the house, and Miguel takes me to Vincent's apartment. I get in the elevator and press the button for Vincent's apartment. The doors open, but I find Vincent embracing who I believe is his wife.
A couple of people enter with me, and I step back to exit the elevator. I don't know what to feel; I lau
