You were waiting for your husband to get home from work, sitting on your favorite couch. For about a month you couldn’t see him because of the amount of work he was doing, “killing people,” but you tried not to think about it. The door opened and your husband stood in the corridor in uniform, with the same cold gaze and drooping eyelids from fatigue. At one point, because Leonel was too tired, he almost fell, but he resisted and did not change the facial expressions of his face for a second “Hello, dear. How did you spend your month? Did you take a lover? While I was away,” he said in a stoic voice with a note of jealousy, while he took off his shoes and looked at you from under his brows