Rio is still in bed but he's stronger now. He's been reviewing the heart machine proposals that his team sent. Papers spread across his lap. His expression focused but frustrated.
He wants to be back at the office. He wants to be building, planning, moving forward. Instead he's stuck here, recovering like an invalid.
I'm in my room, getting ready for work. I have to go to Rio's company office today. There are meetings I need to attend. Decisions that can't wait for Rio to recover.
My phone rings.
It's Diego.
I stare at the screen for three seconds before I answer. Not because I don't want to talk to him. But because I know answering this call is complicated.
"Hey," I say, keeping my voice light.
"Lina," Diego says, and his voice is warm. Professional but warm. "I was worried when you didn't show up at the office yesterday. Isabella said you were dealing with a family thing. Is everything okay?"
I sit down on the edge of my bed.
