“What do you want?” Renata’s voice cracked as she bit her lips so hard that she could taste the metallic taste of blood on her tongue.

Domingo took a few steps forward, his hands reaching for her shoulders but she staggered backwards, her weak legs almost failing her.

“You know what I want, Natty.” He smiled as he slipped his hands into the pockets of his shorts.

Renata cleared her throat and shook her head. “No. I don’t.”

Domingo sighed as he nodded, but the smile at the ...