Chapter 17 – The Window That Never Closed

Sofía started the engine with a mechanical motion. Her hands were trembling, but not from the morning cold—it was her heart that no longer knew how to hold itself together. She pulled out of the garage slowly, as if with every meter she drove, something inside her was dying.

The sky was covered in clouds at dawn. The city seemed wrapped in a gray calm, the kind that comes before a storm. And maybe it was. Because inside her chest, the storm was already