The building bore her name… and she feared the worst.

hands, the tense gesture when he reminded her of a doctor’s appointment.

Every small act, even those born of care, pierced him like an advance warning of the inevitable.

One night,

Lucia entered the house with a serious face.

“Pack your things,” he said.

Just the essentials.

Alicia looked at her, confused.

—Where are we going?

Lucia swallowed.

—Trust me.

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