September 3, 2026

Under the Bed

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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