Zoe nodded, wiping away her tears.

“You’re not alone.”

Celina smiled for the first time in hours.

“I know. And that’s the only reason I’m still standing.”

Some time later, the doorbell rang. Zoe went to answer it. It was Roberto, in a suit, his expression grave.

Celina appeared in the hallway, her suitcase at her side.

“Thank you for coming so quickly.”

“Tell me everything on the way. Tatiana’s waiting for us at the house.”

Zoe ran to Celina and hugged her tightly.

“Go with God, my friend. Come back soon. I’ll be waiting. We’ll keep in touch.”

Celina pulled Zoe close, trying not to cry again.

“I’ll be back. And when I come back… no one will silence me again. Amiga, please pack up the rest of my things. I’m returning the apartment. Lock up and keep the keys. I’ll figure out later where to put everything.”

“Alright. Don’t worry, I’ll take everything to my place. I’ll call Arthur and ask him to help me.” Zoe answered immediately.

“That’s fine, amiga. Thank you. Just one thing—please don’