Chapter 88

• It's a dull news morning at the Times. Before Miguel entered my life, I used to dread days like these. They did not stimulate business and were boring, which was bad for circulation and sales.
• I'm reading an email regarding the news lineup for the day at my office at the paper. It's an endless nap—details on lost pets, charitable golf competitions, and a brand-new playground close to the shore. I'm happy that it's slow now. Boring is what I long for. More excitement is not what I desire. Miguel's financial support has given the newspaper some security, and his helpers are still here to help us generate revenue. Things at the paper are not just OK, but good for the first time in years.
• And for that, I am grateful. I couldn't stand the commotion at work and in my personal life. My haven is the office. Miguel hasn't been around for about a week. More communication needs to be done with him via text, Skype, or phone. I want him close because I'm four months pregnant and growing bigger every hour. Amelia and I are not allowed to know about the undercover probe. I had informed everyone that Miki and I were working on things when I returned from the Caribbean.