She closed the door gently, but couldn't lift her hand from the knob. She leaned against the wall, frozen, with the confused expression of someone who forgot why they walked into a room. She pushed the door back in slowly, careful not to make any noise, held it there for a few seconds, and closed it again. No! she thought. Go, please go! Her legs started moving awkwardly, like they had forgotten how to walk. She pressed the button for the lift, but couldn't get in when the doors opened, and stood there motionless until the doors closed again. A note! Maybe I should go back and write a note! She started walking back quickly, so that reason wouldn't catch up with her.

It had been a long and exciting night, Anna and Victor had made love until dawn, "he must be sound asleep," she thought as she stealthily pulled a pen out of her purse, took a napkin and wrote under the motel letterhead: " It was a wonderful night". She left it on the bedside table in the dim light of a lamp, looked again at his lover and was about to throw herself into the bed to give in to him once more, she took a deep breath and exhaled softly through her mouth as if expelling the desire of her interior, she took her purse and left.

On the way to the hotel where she was staying, she began to look out of the window at the people who were walking through the busy streets of New York, she had gone to that city to a business meeting, Anna Márquez was the new sales representative of an important Latin American firm, she had to pack her bags and take a plane back to Caracas. The meeting had been very successful, Anna felt at the peak of her career, she had had about three fantastic days and to close with a flourish she had an affair with the attractive president of an important corporation, Victor Hunter.

"We've arrived, miss," said the taxi driver, looking through the mirror at his clueless passenger. Anna reacted, paid and quickly walked down to the entrance of the hotel, when she got to her room she started to collect her things, at that moment her cell phone rang, without looking at the number of the call she answered, "aló, dígame... ¿quién es?" Anna asked to the silence on the other side, "your voice is more sensual in Spanish," replied a man in perfect English, Victor.

Anna was surprised to such a point that she did a small jump of enthusiasm, "but how did you know my number?" she asked with a smile, they had agreed to not exchange the numbers of their cell phones, "It was easy to get it, remember that now somehow we are partners", Victor replied telling her that he wanted to take her to the airport, she accepted immediately. Half an hour later Anna went downstairs to pay and deliver the room keys but when she left the elevator her face turned pale, sitting in the lobi of the hotel she could see her husband in amazement, "what are you doing here Pablo? Have you gone crazy?", she expressed with astonishmen before the helpless look of her husband, he rose almost shaking and without looking away they began to converse:

"Anna, I came looking for you, I want you to give me another chance."

"There is nothing to do Pablo, you must be crazy to come from Caracas to New York. Leave me alone, the divorce is in process and you have refused to sign it, you know well that I do not love you anymore"

"But, what about our daughter, Anna?, you do not care about her."

At that moment Anna was quite upset and began to mourn, looked at the entrance of the hotel and saw that Victor was coming, he approached her and noticed that something strange was happening, "is there something wrong, Anna?" Victor asked in English, Anna shook her head, denying and wiping the tears from her eyes. Pablo and Victor stared at him, suddenly the first one took out without a word a revolver and shot him in the chest, and immediatly after, Pablo shot his wife in the face, both fell into the the hotel's lustrous floor. Pablo stared at the lifeless body of his wife before the screams and chaos of the people around him, then heard the echo of a shot by one of the hotel's security guards, Pablo fell knees and then tried to fall on top of his wife but another shot made him lean back, he fell face up and before giving his last breath he said: why? Anna, why?