““We were about to hit the door when she returned, panting, an envelope of cold around her. Where did you go? I asked. I went for a walk. She dropped her coat at the door; her face was red from the cold and she was breathing deeply, as if she’d sprinted the last thirty steps. Where? Just around the corner. Why the hell did you do that? She started to cry, and when Rafa put his hand on her waist, she slapped it away. We went back to our room. I think she’s losing it, I said. She’s just lonely, Rafa said.””
