Marcelo picked up his glass and closed the cabinet. He looked down at the golden liquid in his glass. He brought it up toward his mouth, but the glass never quite made contact with his lip. He lowered it and glanced at Sancho.

Well, at least the cat was one thing he did right. He took in a breath to try to say something. He knew he should, felt he needed to. Just on the chance he could keep Stephanie in his life.

"Eu sinto muito," came out above a whisper, but it was all he could manage.