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Chapter Six:

Julieta struggled to walk across the kitchen, held back by the strong wind that threatened to overturn her bowl.

"Pepa!" Abuela yelled. "Calm down!"

The aforementioned woman was running around frantically, searching for her son. "Where is he?! I can't find him!" She screamed, her voice panicked. "He's gone again!"

"He's just hiding from you, Pepa." Julieta shouted over the roaring wind. "If you stop looking he'll come out."

Pepa reluctantly sat at the table, still glancing around for Antonio. "Clear skies, clear skies." She whispered, tugging on her braid. The wind died down, and Casita fixed the huge mess it caused.

In a couple minutes, Antonio walked into the dining room. He seemed upset, despite the fact that he won the game. He slid quietly into his seat beside Dolores, staring at his food.

Everyone noticed.

"Tonito?" Pepa wringed her hands worriedly. "Is everything alright?" Her wind picked up slightly, blowing Isabela's hair everywhere. She earned a glare for that.

"Yes." Antonio looked up, plastering a fake smile on his face. "Everything's great!" His statement sounded so incredibly forced it was concerning. What could he possibly be hiding?

"Can we eat?" Camilo complained. "We're always waiting for Tio Agustin!"

Julieta glanced up when she heard him. She hadn't even noticed Agustin wasn't down yet. She thought back to the incident this morning, what if something actually was wrong with him?

"Casita?" Abuela spoke up. "Please get Agustin."

Julieta watched the doorway, wondering if she even wanted to see him, considering what Dolores had told her last night.

Agustin never knew how hard it was to tie shoes until today. Taking them off the night before had been hard enough, but tying them was downright impossible. He'd spent the past ten minutes on one shoe, and hadn't even been able to reach the laces.

Antonio would have done it quicker than him, and he'd never tied a pair of shoes in his life.

Agustin collapsed on the bed, completely spent. If he could, he would've slept for at least a few days. All he wanted was to be able to take it easy, but that would mean telling Julieta.

He wanted to scream in frustration, but, of course, Dolores would hear. Sometimes he wished the gifts hadn't been restored. All they were doing was causing more trouble for him.

Agustin looked up when the floor rippled. "What now?" He grumbled, annoyed. "Do you want to know what's wrong with me too?"

Casita tossed a pair of shoes at him, ones with no ties. Why hadn't he thought of that? Almost all of his shoes were tie-less, so of course he picked the ones that did have them.

Agustin kicked the shoes off his feet and slipped into the ones Casita had found. It was so much easier. He cautiously slid off the bed, placing a hand on the bed stand to steady himself.

He had barely taken a step when Casita whisked him out the door. He stifled a cry of shock, and instead focused on staying upright. Seconds later, he was deposited in a chair, and shoved against the dining table.

Agustin, being far too close to the table, scooted out a couple inches. When he looked up, every single Madrigal had their eyes fixed on him. He inwardly groaned. "Next time maybe I'll remember to set my alarm." He said, laughing nervously, only adding to the awkward feeling. He glanced down at his empty plate. "Sorry."

The rest of breakfast was silent and an air of frustration hung in the atmosphere. Pepa had to shoo away her cloud multiple times, and Isabela kept accidentally growing cacti in people's seats.

Julieta kept glancing in Agustin's direction, but wouldn't meet his eyes. Dolores, sitting directly across from him, made a point of staring at him the entire meal, barely blinking, never looking away.

Had she heard him? Did she know what had happened? Had she told anyone?

Or worse, had she told Julieta?

Julieta piled the dirty dishes into the sink and let Casita wash them. Breakfast had ended several minutes ago, and— she glanced out the window— Agustín was finally out of the house.

After she had made him promise to be at lunch, of course.

She wasted no time getting upstairs, allowing Casita to whisk her straight to her bedroom, which, obviously, she shared with Agustín.

Julieta ran to the closet as soon as she stepped in the room. She probably didn't have a lot of time before people would start calling on her, so she needed to work quickly.

She started by rummaging through Agustin's private "sentimental items", searching for any signs of another woman in his life. Mere days ago she never would have thought of invading his privacy like this, but she had to be sure.

When she came up with nothing, she shoved it all back into the closet and started digging around under the bed. Julieta had always thought Agustín was quite organized, but apparently she'd never looked under their bed.

It was a wreck, a bin of shoes here, a stack of books there, papers everywhere. Julieta was surprised Casita hadn't organized it, like she did with everything else.

Maybe Agustín didn't want it neat and orderly; after all, it was harder to find things in a mess.

Julieta felt sick. Was this his way to keep her out of his stuff?

She thought she had looked through everything when her hand touched a bag she hadn't noticed before. Julieta gulped. Was this it? The evidence that would wreck their marriage forever?

She pulled it out and gawked. It was her first aid kit that had gone missing that morning.

But why did Agustín of all people have it?

Julieta stuffed everything else back under the bed, as much like it was before as possible, and left the room.

She had something to talk to Agustin about, and she really hoped it was all he had to hide.