When tu close the front door shut after you, the first thing tu hear is faint sounds. tu think nothing of it and walk into the cocina to put the groceries away. For all tu know, it could be Justin watching a movie o your perrito, cachorro snoring. While humming Small Bump por Ed Sheeran to yourself, tu put the last bit of today’s shopping away into the refrigerator. “Babe?” tu call quietly as tu take of your red flats. When tu don’t get an answer, tu peak into the living room only to find it empty. Your brows meet on your forehead as tu make your way upstairs, still looking for your...