"I know you’ve read everything," Revaldo’s voice was low but clear, breaking the silence of the room.

Vania flinched by the window. She slowly turned around, facing Revaldo who leaned against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets.

"What do you mean?" Vania's voice trembled, more from surprise than fear.

Revaldo stepped inside, casually sitting on the sofa as if the house wasn’t crackling with tension. "About Cecilia. About the accusations. About everything."

He looked at ...