Celina sat on the cold ground outside the house that had once been hers. Her body was there, but her soul felt ripped away. Silent tears slid down her pale cheeks.

Her belongings were scattered along the sidewalk as if they were trash—clothes tangled with papers, shoes tossed without care. The night breeze brushed over her, but she didn’t feel cold. She didn’t feel anything except the hollow ache inside.

"I am nothing. I have no one."

César’s words echoed in her mind, slicing through her like