On Saturday morning, a box arrives from a boutique in New York City, and later that evening, I am dressed in a floor-length satin gown in a deep emerald, and if I look down, I can just see the tiniest swell of my stomach. I am sure it will be unrecognizable to anyone who doesn’t know, but I see it. It’s the way the fabric drapes itself over every curve, and I’m sure when I look at Santiago’s face, when I see his eyes alight on exactly the same place, this is why he chose this particular dress.

He nods, his pride obvious, and wraps a hand around the back of my head to draw me in to hug me, kiss me. But when he pulls away, I see anxiety there, too, in the crease between his eyebrows.

“You look beautiful.”

“Wow, you really do,” Eva says. Walking out of the kitchen, she’s shoving a handful of popcorn into her mouth from a giant tub under her arm. She’s also barefoot and wearing bright yellow pajamas, and I realize how comfortable she feels here. How at home.

Santiago checks his watch. “Didn’t you eat dinner?”

“That was an hour ago. This is called a snack.” She makes a point of saying the word snack slowly for him.

“Eva,” I say.

“Besides, it’s movie night,” she continues.

“Movie night?” I ask.

“Marco set up a TV in my room.”

“He did what?” It’s Santiago.

“And he gave me his Netflix log in.” She shrugs a shoulder and turns away. “You guys have fun at your boring dinner.”

“I’m going to need to talk to Marco. She shouldn’t have a television in her bedroom.”

“Why not? She’s a kid.”

“I’m not sure—”

I put a hand on his shoulder. “Do you know my mom wasn’t feeding her breakfast so she wouldn’t put on weight?”

He looks at me like he’s confused. “She what? The girl is too skinny if anything.”

“I’m just saying she’s had a lot of restrictions placed on her already so let her be.”

“Fine. For now. But I’m still talking to Marco. Come on. We’re going to be late.”

“You do you,” I say and let him lead me out. We take the Aston Martin again, but I follow Santiago’s gaze to the rearview mirror to see two men follow us off the property.

“Additional security,” Santiago says. “Nothing to worry about.”

“What are you going to do to Abel if you find him?”

“When I find him.”

“Okay. When you find him. What are you going to do?”

He glances at me quickly, then back to the road as he shifts, driving twice the speed limit. “Nothing you need to worry about.”

“Do you realize that’s like a standard answer for you?”

“What?”