That was definitely the sound of crying. Mostly likely from his wife. The thought made his stomach curl onto itself.

"Que-" And then there was a splatter against the wall next to him as he emerged from the hallway. He jumped slightly and looked at the Thai food splatter. Marcelo reached over and plucked a noodle from the wall. He popped it into his mouth. He made a face.

"You should take that restaurant off the list..."