Luis jolted awake, his phone’s sharp ringtone woke him up from his restless sleep. He had spent the whole night drinking and thinking of his lost lover; Ariel, about seven bottles of empty beer cans scattered on his small center table.

His hand drummed beat, causing him to groan. A glance at the screen revealed Elena. He swiped the screen and brought the phone to his ear.

“Come to the store. Now,” Elena’s voice was soft yet intimidating, with no room for argument. The line went dead before he could respond.

Luis sighed, raking a hand through his messy hair. Pushing himself off the couch, he strode into the bathroom,...