She'd insisted on making the call herself, despite being strung out on drugs and needing help holding the phone. To be specific, some short brunette girl was holding the phone to her head. It sounded pathetic, and it wasn't much better in appearance, but she was calling Marcelo.

Hopefully he wasn't too busy stalking down to search for her not to pick up.

Marcelo, mi amor .... She tried to push the medicated fog out of her mind and keep her thoughts clear talking to him.