Some minutes later,
Miguel stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, Joanna's heart raced as she considered the conversation she was about to have with him.
The water dripping down his bare chest made her gulp down nothing. It took everything in her to finally utter a word.
"Miguel," she said, her voice hesitant as she approached him. "I wanted to talk to you about something."
Miguel raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp and piercing as he waited for her to continue.
"I don't want to be a stay-at-home wife," she said, her voice firm and determined. "I want to work. I want to have a purpose."
"Work?" Miguel repeated, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Why would you want to work?"
"Because I want to feel like I'm contributing something," Joanna said, her voice rising with a feigned emotion.
