“Why?” I finally asked.

“There were things that could not be explained, Manu,” Flávia said. “Among them… feelings. And you knew that very well.”

Feelings.

Yes—something inexplicable, whether affection or hatred.

“I only needed a shower,” I said, forcing a small smile. “Then I will prepare Jimi’s food. It has been a while since… I took a real shower.”

When I entered the room, the scent of fresh flowers filled my lungs. The air carried an inexplicable delicacy. I ...