We shower in cool water as I slide soapy fingers over Celina's curves. She's facing away from me with her shoulder leaning against the wall of the shower. Whereas she was content a few minutes ago, she's troubled now. I feel her tension as my hands glide across her skin. "Tell me what you're thinking, mi corazón."

She doesn't make a sound, but after a few moments, I see the tremble in her shoulders and turn her so I can see her face. The pain I see in her eyes has me pulling her ...