Today, around 11:00 AM, Clara returned home after a 4-month business trip.

He didn’t let go of her.

“Listen to me, please!”

“Listen to you?! What am I supposed to listen to?!”

She tried to break free, but he held her tighter, not hurting her, but not giving in either.

“Mateo!” he shouted toward the other room. “Wake up! Now!”

A movement within the room.

The sound of sheets rustling.

A sleepy voice.

“What’s happening…?”

Clara stopped fighting for a second.

That second was enough.

Mateo appeared at the door, disheveled, confused, still half asleep.