Leonor narrating: When we got down in front of the bar again so I could get my car, my chest was spontaneously happy, the smile wouldn't leave my face, but being back in town, and knowing I would have to go back to my quiet life, took it away, which made me internally scream how much I didn't want that:- are you sure you're well enough to drive? -Hard said through the car window as I started the car.- I'm sure... stay calm. - I told him with a smile, feeling my mouth numb from the alcohol. Hard patted the car as a farewell and pressed his lips together, pulling away. - hey... wait. - I yelled back at him. - Thank you really for today, it was very good for me, I really needed this. - I told him. I could see the smile on Hard's face getting bigger, and this somehow made me feel good, for also having helped him this day. Getting my car, I started to drive following Hard through the rearview mirror riding his motorcycle, and as the distance was increasing and he was gettin

Leonor narrating: I got out of the car euphoric, not thinking exactly about what I wanted to do, I just felt a need to shout out my feelings as Hard had taught me. In front of my mother's house with a golf club in hand, I walked to the door and pushed as hard as I could until the handle opened. That scene made my rage rise even higher, and I just felt, without thinking, as if I were guided only by my anger losing control of my own impulses:- What do you think you're doing? - the man who was accompanying her said in an intimidating and angry tone, getting up from the sofa.- What do I think I'm doing? What do you think you are doing inside the house that also belongs to me? - he said, shouting and hitting a glass that was on the table with the bat, causing it to break on the floor. - The house that my father worked worlds to keep a roof over the head of the person I should call mother, only to have her betray him. - As the words came out of my mouth in screams, I would throw

Leonor narrating: Hard looked into my eyes and let the words come out in a way that created fear in me, at the same time it made me give in to the real feeling that made me look for him again, the desire to feel protected, as if he could hold my whole world just by looking into my eyes. I understand my mother now, for seeing that I have spent a lifetime judging a feeling of which I am about to discover, I am about to find, and I see with other eyes the betrayal or less in my marriage, since I was betrayed for five years by the person I swore to love, who lied to me. The betrayal doesn't necessarily have to be physical. I felt like running out of Hard's way, because I felt all that flood of feelings and desire coursing through me like an electric current that made me want to rip off that apron and throw the spatula he was holding in his hands away, but it was as if my feet were stuck to the ground, and even though a part of me felt like I needed to run, another part of me felt li

Call narrating:The whole time Leonor came through the door I sat there, questioning, paralyzed I still couldn't understand everything that was happening but deep down a part of me began to believe everything both my father and Hard had told me. When I stop to look back at our relationship, I don't see where exactly love was stronger than all my ambition. All of this only appeared when I made the worst decision of my life, which was to have sold my wife, but this had already been predominating me from the beginning, I wanted to be better than my father, that was exactly why I signed that contract even before our engagement, but when I knelt before Leonor and she accepted the only feeling that predominated at first was the feeling that I had succeeded, that I would shut my father up, I would prove that neither Leonor nor I were who he thought we were. The way she stood out at the partners' dinner took me to her, because this way I was closer to being able to prove to my father that I

Leonor narrating: The problem with alcohol, is that it dries up all your reserves of hormones that generate joy, and the euphoria of that moment the night before, had become an immensity of feelings that oppressed my chest at the same time that generated an absurd shame for the decision I had made at that moment. I couldn't say that I regretted it, it had been something intense, and this intensity would leave marks on me. Everything was confusing, and it rose up like a cry catching my throat in the midst of all the confusion that was in me, I thought about Hard, and I wanted him with all my strength, I wanted to have him again and feel him forcing himself inside me again. But Call's memories took shape of the good times we had, of the times it was just us, especially the times we had just each other, holding each other's hand tightly without thinking of giving up. Each memory, each memory, I went up with a bitter taste as if stabbed in my chest weakening my legs taking me towa