That night he knocked at Lisbon's door, begging for her forgiveness. She didn't open though, even if he was sure she was standing at the other side of the door.
In the end he rested his head against the smooth surface, letting out a resigned sigh. He had taken a step too far this time, he couldn't blame her if she decided to give up on him at last.
"Teresa, please," he tried again, but she promptly cut him off.
"Go away," she said, and his heart sank.
Jane spent the rest of the night uncomfortably huddled on her doorstep.