Jacob was comfortably seated on the living room sofa, his laptop resting on his lap, when Charlotte, elegantly dressed to go to the restaurant, finished getting ready in their bedroom. Meanwhile, Gloria, after a quick shower, was already dressed and sitting on the edge of her bed. She was discreetly taking the medication her doctor had secretly prescribed to her. Suddenly, the doorbell rang throughout the house, interrupting the peaceful silence. She knew it could only be Carlita, who had come to visit her as agreed.
She stood up and walked toward the living room, only to find Jacob, who seemed just as curious to discover the identity of the visitor.
"Don't worry, Jacob, it’s probably someone I’m expecting," she murmured, offering a self-satisfied smile.
Jacob, impassive, shrugged and sat back on the sofa, immersing himself once again in his work. Gloria then made her way to the gate and opened it. Carlita, Samson’s sister, stood there, elegant and smiling.