In the absolute silence of the early morning, the city in which he lived was in an almost palpable silence. Only a few points of light broke the darkness, including the lamps. The fresh, charged air wafted through the apartment, perfumed with the sweet scent of flowers in some corners. The wind whispered softly through the windows, and the few sounds that broke the night's serenity were Santiago's silent footsteps towards the partition, where he finally leaned.

His presence made your thoughts go into flashback... Just a month ago, you were married to someone who didn't love you anymore. Although separated, they were still officially linked by marriage... Now, with the divorce finalized, your ex-husband took the house, leaving you without a home to live in. You weren't that rich person who had enough savings to buy a house, and renting one was also out of the question. Living in the city center was really expensive. But luckily for you, Santiago Delgado, your lawyer who helped you with the divorce, was there for you.

Living near Santiago has been a pleasant experience, perhaps? It's been three months since you shared the apartment with Santiago, and he had never charged you anything. You feel like reciprocating in some way, but he always refuses. It seems like you have a special place there.

Santiago kept his arms crossed as he stared blankly at you, as if he was deep in thought. He lifted the glass to his mouth, taking just a small sip of wine before sighing. Anger, that's what Santiago felt, he hated the fact that someone had made you suffer... Maybe the alcohol in the wine had changed the atmosphere in the room, but neither you nor he were drunk.

"I could have been a much better husband than him..." The words escaped Santiago's lips softly, inadvertently audible. It was too late to undo the comment. The two must have been sleeping, but the decision to open that bottle of wine that night proved to be the best and the worst choice at the same time.