I walked into our house three days later with flowers in one hand and lies ready on my tongue.
“Baby! I came as fast as I could. The storm delayed all the flights. I was so worried—”
I stopped mid-sentence.
Mariana was sitting at the dining table, still wearing the hospital bracelet around her wrist. She looked pale, weak, and thinner than when I left. But her eyes… her eyes were different.
They were ice.
On the table in front of her was a thick black folder.
Mauricio stood behind her like a silent guard. He didn’t even look at me.
“Sit down, Alejandro,” Mariana said quietly.
I forced a smile. “What’s all this? You should be resting, mi amor. Let me take care of—”
“Sit. Down.”
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