Ava and Daniel stood at the entrance of the young woman's house, both firmly holding hands while facing the furious gaze of Mrs. Rosaura.

"Mom... good morning," Ava greeted her mother, running a hand through her still damp bangs, her voice trembling, barely able to hold the woman's gaze. "Can we come in to talk privately? We'll explain everything that happened, it's important."

However, Ava's mother didn't hide her fury, and her silence was more terrifying than any shouting. She merely crossed