The air in the room is thick with tension. It’s suffocating. Valeria is left with a gnawing feeling of agitation and guilt — one leg crossed over the other with her foot bouncing, expression stony and jaw clenched. You’re left with a looming feeling of loss, the dread of being left behind. It’s not a big deal. Yes, Saturdays are yours and hers, but it’s not the end of the world. She’s busy. So why does it hurt so much? “Dios mío, can you stop sulking?” She snaps, terse and high strung.