His mind resisted first, violently, instinctively, like a door slammed shut against a storm he did not want to face again.May be an image of child and text
Pause
Unmute
But the name would not disappear.
Rosa Delgado.
It echoed inside him, colliding with a memory he had spent his entire life trying not to revisit, not because he forgot, but because remembering hurt too much.
“Where… where did you live?” Alejandro asked again, his voice lower now, almost cautious, as if one wrong word could shatter everything.
The old woman hesitated, studying his face more carefully this time, her cloudy eyes narrowing with a faint flicker of recognition she didn’t fully trust.
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