An Accident

“Uh, I have to go pick up a package,” Carmen replied hastily, avoiding his eyes as she continued gathering her things.

Romero sat up slowly, his face hardening. “Just like that?”

Carmen hesitated, feeling his frustration radiate toward her. But her thoughts were already racing with the prospect of finally gaining some answers, and she knew he couldn’t delay.

“Yes. I need to get it right away, it's important,” Carmen said, her tone hurried, trying not to look back as she slipped out of the door.

Romero watched her go, feeling a twist of frustration and a sting of offense. Last night had felt surreal, a moment he never thought he’d find appealing. But now, seeing how easily she left without a backward glance, he felt discarded, as if he were little more than a fleeting comfort in her chaotic world.