Celina stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before answering. She seemed to want to hold on to every little detail of that night before sharing it with the world—or, in this case, with Tatiana.

"He listened to me. And more than that... he saw me."

"How so?" Tatiana asked, now more curious than before.

"He didn't ask about César, about what made me sad or where the pain in my eyes came from. He just... was there. Making me forget. Making me laugh. Making me feel..." She hesitated, as if the