A memory struck Leonel: a rainy day from their youth. Alexis had no umbrella then, so he'd draped his school uniform over her, holding her close as they walked.

Passersby had stared.

Alexis had been embarrassed, angry, and worried for him. She tossed his jacket back to him.

But now, she wouldn't share the umbrella.

Gazing at Leonel, Alexis spoke coldly. "Let's end this, Leonel."