The door closes behind you.
Renzo stands by the window, his back to you. He seems to have been waiting for you.
“You shouldn't have come.”
Finally, he turns around.
His expression is calm, but his eyes tell a completely different story.
“And yet, here you are.”
He walks toward you slowly and stops a short distance away. There is a lamp he has not turned on, and he does not turn it on now.
“Before you say anything...”
Renzo takes something out of his pocket and sets it on the table.
“I need to know one thing.”
He studies you.
“Why did you lie that night?”
Silence.
“And think carefully about your answer.”
A small smile, almost imperceptible.
“Because this time I do know the truth.”