It’s early morning and the silence around weights. Vanessa waits for Héctor, her husband, in the living room, motionless as if she’d been rehearsing this moment for hours. On the coffee table, some photographs speak for her: Héctor’s betrayal with Sofía is no longer a secret. When he arrives from a party, Vanessa offers him a drink she has previously prepared with a mysterious liquid. Héctor sees the photos and understands he’s been discovered. He drinks. The toxic agent in his drink quickly courses through his body before Vanessa’s pleased gaze. Then Sofía appears. There are no shouts to Héctor, no recriminations. Only knowing glances and caresses. What seemed like revenge is, in reality, something much darker: a perfectly executed plan. While Héctor convulses on the sofa, they watch without haste. Without guilt. When Héctor wakes up, he’s no longer at home. He’s in an old, ruined house. His body burns, his throat is parched, and his hunger is different. Deeper. More ancient. Something inside him has changed forever. Vanessa didn’t punish him. She transformed him. Now Héctor is part of something he doesn’t understand and from which he cannot escape. Because some betrayals are unforgivable; they become an eternity.