Marisol puffs her cheeks and moves to stop her mother's movement. "I can prepare something for myself, thank you."

She grabbed the ingredients for a sandwich from her mother and began arranging them on a plate on the counter.

"I will remain cut off from the pack," Marisol announced with her back still turned to both men and her mother by her side and the room, albeit having fallen into a comfortable silence a few minutes ago, felt even quieter now as tension began to ...