September 22nd.
"Today it seems that the fever is not so high." Victoria said to don Alejandro when he entered Diego's room.
"At last some good news, even if it is small." he said.
Felipe walked over and put a cloth over his face, covering his forehead, eyes and part of his cheeks and exposing the lower part of his face. Victoria looked at him and sighed. "Every day I wonder how I could have missed it."
Don Alejandro was about to ask what she referring to, but following her gaze he saw exactly what she meant. "Yes, now that we know it is very easy to see his face under the mask, but we were blind then."
"Maybe we didn't want to see it. We should have faced the fact that he was risking his life every time he put on those clothes."
"Maybe you're right, but now I'm wondering how it all started." He turned to Felipe. "You know, don't you, could you tell us?"
Felipe shook his head.
"We would very much like you to share it with us." Victoria added.
Felipe made a few gestures pointing to Diego next.
"He says it is up to him to tell us." said Don Alejandro, and stood up to approach him. "Felipe, I think I have a right to know what has been going on under my own roof." he said frustrated.
Felipe looked at him, stubbornly, and pointed at Diego again. Don Alejandro was about to say something to him, but Victoria decided to intervene.
"Maybe you are right, Felipe. Alejandro, we should wait until Diego can tell us himself." she said softly, trying to relax the tension in the atmosphere.
Don Alejandro covered his eyes with his hand, exhausted, and sighed. "All right, we'll wait."