When they arrived at the Muller residence, Alea was already asleep in the back seat. Sheena turned slightly, making sure the little girl was comfortable. Julio, who was driving, glanced at Sheena through the rearview mirror.

“Are you okay?” he asked carefully.

Sheena nodded. “I’m fine. Just a bit sore.”

“Sore because of that bottle earlier?” Julio’s tone carried restrained anger. “I saw everything.”

Sheena gave a faint smile. “You saw?”

Julio exhaled slowly. “Yes. And to be honest, I almost went over to you both. But you looked like you had it under control.”

“I have to, Julio. I don’t want to scare Alea,” Sheena said softly. “Besides, arguing...