Celina arrived at Tatiana’s house with sunken eyes and a weary soul. The bright façade, with its wide windows and carefully tended garden, stood in brutal contrast to the darkness she carried within. Roberto was the first to step out of the car, pulling a heavy suitcase. Tatiana appeared at the doorway, her usual smile fading the instant she saw her friend’s expression.

“Celina…” she said, rushing toward her. “My God, what happened? I’ve been following the Miller scandal—I can’t stop seeing it