On a cold night that evoked sadness and nostalgia, Jimena stared at the empty side of her husband's bed, tears wetting her face. Memories of their relationship visited her, reminding her of what she no longer had, but this time she welcomed them with warmth and a smile. In her mind, she heard her own voice and saw the image of herself with Pablo, before they were married:

"I like your room." Jimena looked around, excited. Apparently, Pablo was tidy; he also had good taste, as the room was well