Helena arrived on Saturday with a tin of sweets and no visible nervousness, which Camila considered either impressive or evidence of a very controlled interior.
Daniel was at the kitchen table when the doorbell rang. He'd been informed that morning that they were having a visitor — a woman named Helena who was someone Leonardo knew — and had received this information with equanimity, eaten his breakfast, and returned to the drawing he was making of what he called the secret shark, which had acquired, over the weeks, considerable detail.
He looked up when Camila brought Helena into the kitchen.
Helena looked at him.
There was a moment — just a moment — where Camila saw the old woman see her grandson for the first time. She filed it away. It was private, and very real, and not something
