He saw a woman’s silhouette standing at the door, waiting.
“Why did you leave?” Rosa suddenly asked, her voice breaking through his thoughts like a sharp crack.
Alejandro’s eyes snapped open.
The question hit him harder than anything else.
Not because he didn’t understand it.
But because he did.
Too well.
“I…” he began, but the word collapsed in his throat, unfinished, weak.
Around them, people had begun to gather more closely, curiosity spreading faster than reason, phones slowly being lifted, whispers growing louder.
“That’s him… it’s really him…”
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