Camila sat down on the bed. She was still trying to process what was happening around her. Juan was still walking back and forth, pacing. She could not tell what was wrong with him. All she could tell was that something was wrong.
"Juan, please stop pacing. It's making me dizzy," she said, and Juan stilled. He then looked at her. The troubled look on his face was all she needed to know that what had gone wrong was very, very bad.
Juan shook his head and then walked to the closet to pick up a pair of shorts. It seemed that Juan did not even realize he had been naked ever since.
He put on the shorts and then sat down on the bed. He then covered his face with his hands and then groaned.
Camila felt his pain in so much force that it shook her. Juan felt terrible, and she could do nothing t
