Crossing the Line

MIAMI, FLORIDA 2024

R O M A N

I massaged my temples before running my hands into my wet hair and washing the shampoo off. I was gently massaging my scalp when her image appeared. I don’t know if I’ve been hallucinating, but I’ve been seeing Valeria lately; it’s like I missed her.

“Get ahold of yourself, Roman; you’re married now,” I told myself then, frustrated, I got out of the shower. I didn’t u