First message
Then his phone vibrates in his palm.
He blinks, looking down at the screen through unfocused eyes. A message from Marie Apodaca lights up the display.
'How did it go? Did she like the surprise?'
A sound escapes him that's half a laugh, half a sob.
He presses his knuckles to his mouth, shoulders shaking, as if laughing is the only thing keeping him from completely falling apart.
His thumbs hover over the keyboard for a long time.
Finally, he types:
'It didn't go well!'
He stares at the sea