Chapter 68 — The Woman I Always Saw

(Point of View: Sofía)

The elevator rose with that dull hum Sofía knew well from her years as a resident. That deep, constant sound reminded her of endless shifts, of those early mornings when everything seemed frozen except for the steady beating of her own heart.

It climbed slowly, almost deliberately, as if the world itself wanted to give her time to regret what she was about to do.

Her hands were cold.

Her heart wasn’t.

Her heart was burning.

Isabel