Sebastián sat beside her, broken by the full weight of what his silence had created.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
Valeria wiped her face.
“I know.”
“I mean it.”
“I know.”
“Is it too late?”
She looked at the children in the mirror.
“For us as we were? Yes.”
He closed his eyes.
“But not for them,” she added. “Not if you keep choosing them.”
He nodded.
“I will.”
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