I couldn’t.
His gaze was fixed on the apcia—as if blinking could make her disappear forever.
The woman looked up at them.
Her eyes, clouded with age.
Her hands trembling.
She didn’t know who Alejandro was. To her, he was just another well-dressed man—like so many she had passed without stopping.
But Alejandro did not leave.
He took a step forward—lept, careful—as if he were lost in a dream that he didn’t dare to believe was real.
Camila walked beside him, observing her father’s face—full of fear and hope.
“Why is he coming closer?” whispered a woman.
“Don’t you see that it’s just a Ѕпa meпdiga?”
I read if I owed her anything.
The distance between them… was only a step.
Her voice trembled slightly—but every word came out clear, full of emotion:
“What is your name?”
