The room was silent but heavy with words.

Renata and Domingo sat opposite each other. No one said anything to the other, it was just total silence.

Domingo picked up the bag of ice which the servant had brought earlier, he winced as he pressed it on his head which was still bleeding from the fight with Santiago earlier.

He dropped it back on the bowl, leaned back on the sofa with his eyes shut.

Renata stood up from where she sat. She picked up the bag of ice and carefully placed it on ...