Edgar arrived at the mansion exhausted. The silence of the house stood in sharp contrast to the chaos still pulsing inside him.

Marcela was sitting on the sofa, her posture rigid, arms crossed, her face marked by irritation and fatigue.

“Do you have any idea how hard it was to get Luna to sleep?” she asked bluntly. “She kept waiting for the father who promised he’d show up... and didn’t.”

Edgar took a deep breath and ran a hand over his face.

“Marcela, I’m really not in the mood for accusations