Chapter 54 — A Lost Pen… and a Wound That Won’t Heal
(Point of View: Adrián)
He had spent the entire afternoon digging through drawers, checking cases, opening forgotten folders—and he still couldn’t believe it.
His black pen was gone.
Not just any pen.
A black fountain pen with gold trim. Engraved with his name and a phrase that had followed him since the day Sofía gave it to him when he graduated:
“So you can sign the future you deserve. With love, Sofía.”
He always carried it in