The thoughts kept flooding into Miguel's self-appointed, entitled mind, each one drawing him deeper into a spiral of possessive jealousy. What was the boy doing right now? Miguel asked himself, his imagination conjuring countless scenarios that played out like jagged film strips.
Maybe he was talking to another man. The thought hit him like a physical blow, and he froze immediately.
Wait!!, could it be that Fedora has a boyfriend? The realization made his belly squeeze with irritation and a sharp sprinkle of anger.
"Foolish me, I didn't even ask," he muttered, the words thick with self-reproach as he bit down on his finger, his teeth grazing the knuckle. Miguel suddenly became restless.
