The living room clock showed almost midnight when Eduardo turned off the record player. Sophia was sleeping on the sofa, her wine glass still half full on the table. He observed her face, now relaxed, without the mask of sweetness. A beast in disguise.
He had what he needed: her words, filled with hatred, had been discreetly recorded by the recorder hidden in the lamp. Now it was just a matter of time to gather all the pieces.
But Eduardo knew he couldn't act alone. Sophia was cunning, and any wrong move could cost Elisa and his children their lives.
That's when Cecília appeared. She had knocked on the door, determined. When Eduardo opened it, he found Elisa's friend, her eyes heavy with tears and fury.
Have you completely lost your mind? ... she fired, looking at the sleeping Sophia. Now you're playing the lover to this viper while Elisa... Elisa could be dying somewhere?!
Eduardo held her arm, asking for silence.
