Dessert arrived—a delicate berry tart served with handcrafted ice cream. But Celina didn’t touch her plate. The sweetness in the air turned her stomach. She was hungry, yet the bitter acid of sadness fed her more than any food could.

Thor didn’t eat either. His plate sat untouched in front of him. Angélica only picked at hers, more interested in studying faces than savoring flavors. Her eyes moved from Celina to Thor, from Thor to Isabela, as if piecing together a dark puzzle that revealed itse