Chapter 151 —RadiantNarrator:The sun was just beginning to filter through the curtains when Aylin opened her eyes, and for the first time in many days... she smiled without reservation. She hadn't had to pretend to be fine. She hadn't had to swallow her feelings. Last night, at last, she had felt him close. Roman.His voice, the way he spoke to her. His eyes and the way he devoured her with his gaze were intense even from the other side of the screen.And even though he was thousands of miles away, he had touched her in a way that only he knew how. With words, with fire, with that intensity that had made her tremble to the very core of her being.She got up with almost absurd energy. She took a quick shower, chose comfortable but pretty clothes, and even put on a little makeup, something she hadn't done since she had returned. She looked in the mirror, adjusted the blue scarf she wore around her neck like a secret, and left the house with a spring in her step.Aylin entered the facto

Chapter 153 — What a surpriseNarrator:Aylin closed the door to her house, the key still in her hand. She had left her blue scarf at the factory, forgotten among her folders, and she reproached herself for rushing out. The afternoon had slipped away at Santiago's house, and now all she wanted was to change her clothes and sit down for a while to catch her breath.But as soon as she stepped into the hall, something stopped her.Not the sound, but the air. Because there, in the middle of her house, were two figures that shouldn't have been there.Sasha and Eros."Surprise!Her suitcase to one side. Her backpack half closed. Her eyes... her eyes completely red.“Sasha?” whispered Aylin, dropping her bag on the floor without looking.Sasha stood rigidly. Eros stood behind her, a step back, as if holding her back.The teenager took a step forward. Her hair was loose, her eyes were red, her face was pale, and her jaw was so tense that it looked like it was about to break.“Aylin,” she said,

Chapter 155 —I'm here, locked up.Narrator:Night had fallen over the city with a deceptive calm. It was drizzling. One of those fine, persistent rains that don't clean anything, just soak the soul, sticking hair to the skin and turning the streets into broken mirrors of artificial light.On the top floor of a somewhat dilapidated building, Miranda Adler poured herself a glass of red wine with slow movements. The clock read 9:40 p.m. The bottle was half empty. The apartment smelled of dampness, confinement, old documents. A soft song played from the phone, forgotten on the counter: something melancholic, perhaps French, floating just above the constant hum of the refrigerator.She had worked all afternoon on the trial papers and rehearsed each of her words with precision, the ones she would declare in court in a few days. The custody suit for Sasha was underway, and her lawyer had promised her a quick resolution. She could already see herself winning. She could already imagine that mom

Chapter 157 —An Annoying BraceletNarrator:Two days after Miranda's funeral, the courtroom was filled with low murmurs and exchanged glances. The prosecutors whispered among themselves, casting harsh glances at Gabriel Márquez, who stood impeccably before the bench. At his side, Roman Adler looked as if he were at a business meeting: perfectly tailored dark suit, hands clasped behind his back, face inscrutable.The judge leafed through the papers with a serious expression, tapping the desk gently with the cap of his pen. Finally, he looked up, adjusting his glasses.“Mr. Adler, this court authorizes your release on conditional bail, limited to house arrest with permanent electronic monitoring.”The prosecution frowned. The judge continued, without looking at them.“The charges against you will remain in effect for the duration of the investigation. Any attempt to leave your residence without explicit permission will be considered a serious violation of the conditions imposed and will

Chapter 159 —You're not a little girlNarrator:Eros hadn't slept a wink all night. Dawn was breaking, the room was filled with gray light, and he washed his face, took a deep breath in front of the mirror, and stared at himself.“Come on, damn it... you can do this.”He went back to the table, picked up his cell phone, and dialed. Three rings.“Yes?” Roman answered, his voice deep, hoarse, half-laden with sleep, half-laden with the world.“Roman, it's me, Eros.”A brief silence.“Yes, Eros, your name is on my screen, I mean, in case you don't know, but what's going on?” Roman's voice tensed slightly, as if he already sensed that this was not a trivial greeting."Yeah, fine, whatever. Listen, I don't want any beating around the bush: I have something for you. Something important. I was reviewing the files, moving some pieces around, and I found cracks. Inconsistencies in the cases they're piling on you.Another silence, longer this time.“Eros...” Roman finally said, in that low, dange