The next day, Hazel awoke to find Francisco absent from bed. It struck her that, once again, she had fallen asleep beside him. Hastily fixing her disheveled dress, she scanned the room, catching the distant sounds emanating from the washroom.

‘He must be taking a shower.’

A sense of urgency gripped Hazel.

‘I need to do something right now so that he doesn’t suspect me.’

She thought. Taking a deep breath, she moved toward the closet, her mind ...