It was Alejandro.
My brother for life. My buddy since college.
The one with whom I shared tacos de canasta, failed exams, and youthful dreams.
Him? Could he…?
My head was spinning.
I wanted to scream, to hear myself, or to disappear.
Suddenly, Alejandro looked at me.
And his expression… wasn’t one of pride or satisfaction. It was painful.
Mariana whispered something in his ear, and they both walked toward me.
I clenched my fists under the table.
“Congratulations…” I managed to say.
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