Celina looked away, her chest tightening. She tried to hold back the tears, but they spilled over, silent and unstoppable.

“I didn’t want it to be like this. I didn’t want to cause trouble. I swear. I just… just—” her voice faltered. “I need to go.”

Angélica pulled her into a gentle embrace, the kind that spoke volumes without words, honoring the pain Celina couldn’t bring herself to voice.

“Wait for him to come back, sweetheart. You two need to talk.”

“I can’t,” Celina murmured, her voice brea