"What happened?" Camila asked Harry.
"Your son is an i***t, he lost the only good thing he could have by sleeping with Beverly."
"What? It cannot be..."
"What cannot be, Mom? I told you not to mess it up!" he yelled at his brother.
She entered the room, her room, the one she had shared with him for so long; she leaned against the door and tried to overcome the anguish that was making it difficult to breathe. She inhaled and exhaled through her mouth several times, large amounts of air each time; she was about to give in.
She grabbed a bag from the coat rack and, in a hurry, without looking at what she was grabbing, began to fill it. She did not even need any of it, she just wanted to get away, run out, disappear. She did not want to see him anymore.
"Daniel, do somethin
