A couple of days later, Libia stared at her phone screen, reading Lison's message over and over again:"I'm doing everything I can to come back this week."It wasn’t the most romantic message someone had ever written to her, but at least it showed that he wanted to see her again. On the other hand, Elena Musso hadn’t stopped bombarding her with threatening calls and messages:“Don’t think you’re going to get away with this. Tell your lover he’d better be ready because I’m going to have him arrested.”Libia shook her head. She didn’t want any more fights, so as long as she stayed away from her aunt, everything would be fine.That afternoon, she received a visit from Natalia, who seemed quite uneasy. Without realizing it, Libia had been going through periods of isolation. According to her therapist, this was normal for people who had been through the trauma of being deprived of their freedom. Still, Rodríguez didn’t want to wait for her friend’s state to worsen.“Hey, sorry for not tell

“Natalia Rodríguez,” she responded, irritated.Lison narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but it only took him a couple of seconds to return to his stoic expression."I don’t know who you are, but I’m warning you—stay out of my business," he threatened, his face so serious that it sent a chill down Natalia’s spine.Natalia wanted to scream, to make a scene, but it was as if her body had frozen in place.Meanwhile, Tiodor continued on his way. Anyone who knew him even slightly could sense the murderous aura surrounding him.Natalia eventually recovered, returned to her small cubicle, and packed all her things into a cardboard box. She didn’t want to be there anymore. Knowing Libia, the first thing she’d do after returning from her therapist would be to leave, to get as far away as possible.---**Three days later**Libia left Mrs. Helen’s mental health retreat with a scowl, wearing oversized sunglasses and clothes so baggy they could have belonged to a rapper. Her hair was a tangled mess, t

"Here are the pills,” Natalia announced, holding a glass of water in her right hand.Libia had her head resting on the desk, the weight of a horrible migraine pressing down on her. Without Natalia’s help, she felt she might have already gone mad from all the paperwork.Meanwhile, the situation with Lison had only gotten worse. The man was demanding that the contract he signed with Elena be honored, while Libia was pushing for the opposite, simply because she couldn’t bear to be around him. Perhaps it was immature of her, but being near him made her feel uneasy."I’m going to die of a brain hemorrhage," Libia mumbled, not lifting her head.Natalia sighed. "Everything is going great," she said reassuringly."You’re just saying that to make me feel better.""No, I mean it. Soon, you’ll have more experience, and things will get easier."Libia straightened up in her seat. "Thank you. This is really hard for me, but in the end, it’s what my dad would’ve wanted.""Yes." Natalia offered her a