Andrés’ eyes turned towards the main doors. Towards the street. Towards escape. Then, finally, his gaze fell on me through the glass. He saw me. Not as a girlfriend. As a person he had tried to destroy.
Her face contorted with surprise and rage. And at that moment I felt something settling inside me. No joy. It’s not revenge. Justice.
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