Antonio flipped through the pages of a magazine, a random one he'd picked up just for something to do, anything to kill time. Anything to keep him sane from not hitting Ernesto in the face or igniting another round of argument. He wasn't even reading the thing, just letting his eyes blur over the glossy ads and articles about celebrity diets he couldn't care less about. Each page turn was like a little mental distraction, a mini-victory against the urge to just explode.

He could practically feel Ernesto's eyes on him, that heavy, silent stare that just made his skin crawl. The quiet in the room was thick enough to...