"You refused so much to receive help, and they had to sew up the wound on your knee and you have a sprained ankle," Lucas scolds me when we are already outside my house.

I try not to look at him. After all, I don't want to admit that he was right because I'm afraid of giving in. "Yes, but you've played dumb about the proposal I made to you," I answer, trying to convince him to do something against Raúl.

I hear him take a deep breath, and I dare to look at him this time. H