The living room felt charged, the air so dense it seemed there was no room for anything but shouting. The clock on the wall marked the hours without haste, indifferent to the chaos. Meredith stood near the couch, her hair falling over her shoulders, her face stained with tears. Felipe, beside the coffee table, breathed heavily, his jaw clenched, the veins in his neck standing out.

“You have someone else, don’t you?” Meredith’s voice trembled, but it was sharp. “Admit it! Are you going to keep l