Renata stirred the cup of coffee in her hand absent-mindedly as she paced the large living room.

“I’m still trying to understand what you mean by what you just said,” Nina stared at her in disbelief.

“You think I’m bluffing?” Renata stood still, her head tilted toward Nina, who had her hand placed on her stomach. Her pregnancy was just a month and a few weeks gone.

“No… no. I believe you, Renata, but why would Domingo do that to you? Did you both try to talk about it?” She ...