The morning everything went back to normal, I woke up with an upset stomach. Nothing extraordinary: a dull discomfort, a weight I couldn't get comfortable with. I took a half-hearted shower and went down to breakfast with Roman and Eva, as usual. She wouldn't leave the mansion until Camila was arrested and the prosecution had tied up the last loose ends. My favorite breakfast awaited us at the table: crispy toast, sliced fruit, strong coffee, and a small glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.