'It was María’s first visit to the Big Apple, and she loved it. The recording went perfectly and the recording label arranged a party for the girl, convinced her album, A Gentle Loving, would be a hit. Adam had never been one for parties, but bubbly María was in her element. As the girl chatted away to designer-stubbled media guys, repeatedly bursting into fits of giggles at their sharp wit, Adam sank quietly into the background. That old insecurity, now a thousand times worse, resurfaced and began to gnaw away at him … because of María. He couldn’t take his eyes of her. But it was like he no longer existed for her, and the pain of jealousy, something he’d never before experienced, hurt. Boy, did it hurt!'
From The Golden Jaguar of the Sun
