Chapter 167 — The Grandparents’ House

The gate to the Castell mansion swung open slowly, as if it, too, wanted to remain silent in the face of their return. The warm afternoon wrapped around the garden, and the grass smelled freshly cut. Adrián parked without rushing, with that newfound care that had appeared on Sunday, when he realized that every movement now carried a different weight.

They looked at each other for a moment before getting out.

Sofía was calmer.

Not euphoric.

Not afraid.

Calm.