Victoria couldn't sleep. She missed her husband's warmth. She dozed off, waking in terror from a nightmare.
"Diego!" She screamed.
The connecting door was forced off its hinges. Diego was in her room, holding a broken door.
"Are you alright?"
She laughed a little shakily. "Are you alright? It sounded like you were in trouble."
"Querida?"
She was giggling hysterically, he realised. He scooped her into his arms, and held her until she composed herself.
"I'm sorry," he whispered into her hair. "I'm truly sorry, my preciosa."
She sighed, breathing against him. "You smell of sweat."