The days at home with Fernando and Paola were not improving; things were very bad between them. The truth was, I wasn't intentionally causing trouble between them. My presence alone seemed to be enough to trigger their fights.
The house renovations continued. There were also many paintings on the walls. It helped me relax, even though the constant arguing between the two of them was exhausting.
When their arguments became too intense, Fernando would also start painting. If we were together, we would often paint in silence. There were times when we would have calm conversations, not disturbing each other, just like we did in public before.
One time, we were both busy painting when something suddenly entered my eye. I cursed because of the pain.
"Are you okay? What happened?" Fernando as
