When we got home, Pedro went to his room to get a box of building blocks and spread them out on the living room rug. Alessandro sat down with him and they spent the afternoon playing and watching cartoons on TV.

After dinner, Pedro was exhausted. He fell asleep on his father's lap, who insisted on putting him to bed. Coming back to the living room, Alessandro hugged me on the couch.

- My angel, we need to talk. – Alessandro sighed. – There's so much I want to know. But I have some things to tell you too. I don't know where to start.

- Start by telling me about New York. – I asked, sitting across from him.

- It was on Friday, the day we got there. We went to a bar at night and Liz showed up. I was upset and losing hope that you would come back to me. You were going out with Levy. So I went to Liz's apartment. It was stupid, but it was just that one time. – Alessandro closed his eyes. – And like you said, I stayed with her, but I only thought about you.

- I won't say I didn't care, beca