Liam was sitting in the armchair in Olívia’s bedroom. His body leaned forward, elbows resting on his thighs, fingers interlaced and covering part of his mouth. His gaze was fixed on the carpet as if it could burn straight through it. The hum of his own thoughts was so loud it felt physical. When he heard her voice, he lifted his eyes slowly, as if coming back from very far away.

“Why did you assault Bárbara?”

Olívia’s eyes narrowed. Her breath came short; disbelief and pain blended in the same