We were both raising our voices in the desperation of the moment. The conversation had become heated, until I felt a hand over my shoulder that made me turn my head. My mother was there, standing behind me.
—Let me talk to him —murmured Esther.
Something in her eyes made me step aside. My mother stood in front of Ivo and closed the door, leaving me behind with no chance of hearing anything. I walked away, not wanting to stay and hear him yell at my mother, because she knew what she was doing, or at least, I wanted to think so.
It didn't take long. I barely had time to pour myself a glass of water before she returned inside the house with a pained expression, as if her conversation with Ivo had reopened wounds she thought were healed.
—What happened? —I asked upon seeing her like that.
