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