Chapter 41 – The BarrierPoint of View: Sofía RojasHer phone vibrated on the nightstand.One notification.She didn’t need to look to know who it was from.Sofi, we need to talk. Please. I don’t want a divorce. — AdriánSofía didn’t open the message.She didn’t even let herself consider replying.She left it unread.Like an old wound.Like a mistake already accounted for.Like a past that no longer deserved access to her present.After months of silence…After everything she had swallowed, endured, discovered on her own…Now he wanted to talk?No.She had nothing left to say to him.Not even anger.Unless it was about signing the divorce papers.So she did the only thing she could.She built a barrier.Not dramatic. Not loud.Solid.A distance firm enough that his messages, his carefully timed breakfasts, his guilt-soaked silences would never cross it.She rose without rushing. Showered calmly. Combed her hair with her fingers. Dressed in a white linen blouse and loose trousers. Ate

Chapter 43 – The Silence of DeceptionThe apartment smelled of damp walls, stale air, and gas leaks.Cold crept in through the cracks of the broken window frames like a quiet warning.The old gas heater hadn’t worked in months. Her aunt kept promising to fix it.Valeria didn’t care.Not yet.She sat curled up on the sagging couch, a gray blanket wrapped around her shoulders, legs crossed, her phone resting on her chest.Waiting.Waiting for Adrián to cool down.Waiting for him to come back the way he always did — worried, guilty, ready to check on her supposed illness.Because he would come back.He always did.He always returned to her web.To her trembling voice.To her tears.To the version of herself she performed so well.In the meantime, she played stable.She slept excessively. Ate almost nothing. Rarely left the apartment.Not out of fear.Out of strategy.She needed Lily calm.Lily knew too much.Too much about Spain.Too much about the fact that Switzerland had never existed

CHAPTER 45 – Dulce de Leche Granizado and a Godmother’s Secrets Point of View: Sofía Rojas Sometimes, ice cream was enough to remind you that life still tasted like simple joys. Sofía walked beside Lili, laughing as they admired the illuminated storefronts. The mall buzzed with voices, footsteps, and the warm aroma of baked bread and caramelized sugar. She wore a light coat over her belly — now visibly rounded — and for the first time in weeks, she felt something close to peace. Or at least… a truce. “Dulce de leche granizado and Ferrero Rocher,” she declared dramatically as they reached the gelato counter. “If you don’t get me that, I will spiral into emotional ruin.” “You’re pregnant. You can order the entire menu,” Lili laughed, holding up her strawberry and passion fruit cone. They sat on a long wooden bench beside a baby store window. And that’s when Sofía saw it. A white crib. Carved wood. Soft green and yellow sheets printed with tiny animals. A delicate bow tied to on

Chapter 47 – Red Cheeks The morning broke bright and sunny, the smell of toast drifting through the dining room. At the table, Fabian Castell was already seated with his coffee in hand and the newspaper half-open. Isabel, elegant as ever even in her robe, carefully stirred a pitcher of hot milk. Sofía walked in calmly, her hair still damp from the shower, a light robe draped over her now-visible belly. Her cheeks were rosier than usual. “Good morning, sweetheart,” Fabian greeted her, kissing her forehead the way he had every morning since she was a child. “Good morning, my love,” Isabel added, leaning in to kiss her gently as well. Sofía sat down as if everything were perfectly normal. But her movements were slower, more deliberate—like someone trying not to let the secret in her eyes slip out. “Did you sleep well, Sofi?” Fabian asked as he poured her a glass of orange juice. “Yes… yes, I slept,” she replied, staring down at her cup. Right then, Lili burst in with her usual en

Chapter 49 —The Call of the Earth... and of Sofia (Point of View: Federico Klein) Silence had a different texture in the caves of Uruguay. There, surrounded by the ancient whisper of stone and the breeze rolling down from the north, Federico took a deep breath. His back was pressed against the warm rock, legs crossed, eyes closed. He didn’t need to see to feel. The group was in the middle of a vibrational connection exercise. The guides spoke in low voices, murmuring phrases about parallel dimensions, quantum energy, and signs from beyond. He, as always, simply let go. Not out of naivety, but because it did him good. Fifteen days without cell phones, without the internet, without hysterical humans or cities that swallow you whole. Just earth, stars, and questions. Questions that had haunted him for years. Some as simple as "What do I want to do with my life?" and others more complicated... like "What would I do if Sofia Rojas really needed me?" He had been asking himself that ve