LOGINI had to pull the phone away from my ear because Kate wouldn’t stop screaming, and at this rate, I was sure I’d end up deaf. I had barely told her about the dinner and my mom’s idea when she started overflowing with excitement, as if she’d just won the lottery.
“I can’t believe it! I CAN’T believe it! We’re going to the concert! Your mom said yes!” “Kate, wait—there’s a condition,” I replied cautiously. Truth was, if there were no tickets left, I had no idea how I was going to get out of this. “I know, I know, Cams, but the important thing is that she said yes. I’ll get Jacob’s ticket right now; I’m sure there are still some available. Cams, I’m so happy—I can’t handle this excitement!” «God, if there are still tickets available, it must be for a reason…» “Yes, I’d noticed,” I laughed, picturing her jumping on her bed like a five-year-old. “Thank you so much, Cami, for coming with me.” “Well, you should probably thank Jacob instead. Mom had said no.” “That’s true!” There was a brief silence on the other end of the line before she added, “Wait—I completely forgot in all the excitement that it’s ‘Jacob’. How do you feel about that?” “Hmm… I don’t think I’ve really thought about it,” I admitted. “I was surprised he said yes.” And it was true. I’d been so eager to tell Kate we were going that I hadn’t stopped to think about what it meant to spend time with Jacob—without Mom or Dad around. I don’t think I’d ever been in a situation like that before. The closest thing to ‘hanging out alone’ was waiting together for the three minutes it took popcorn to finish in the microwave, without either of us saying a single word. “Yeah, that was definitely a surprise. I can’t picture Jacob at a concert like this. Does he even know suits aren’t part of the dress code?” That one made me laugh for real. Kate always managed to land a comment that perfectly wrapped up the moment. “I guess we’ll have to wait until Saturday to find out.” “I guess we will!” she exclaimed, her enthusiasm apparently endless. Then she added, “We’re not going to talk about logistics just yet, right?” “We didn’t settle on anything specific, and for now, I’d rather not get into details. At the very least, we should wait until we confirm he actually has a ticket.” “I’m on it—just give me a couple more seconds…” While I waited, my mind began to wander, imagining what it would be like to go to a concert with Jacob, how he would act. “All set. We officially have a ticket for our capeless hero.” “Are we sure we want to do this?” I asked. “Camiiila, obviously we’re super ultra mega sure. It’s Trollex—remember?” «It’s Jacob—remember.» “Well, I’m just saying… just to be one hundred percent sure,” I replied, trying to keep things light. “We’re a thousand percent sure!” Kate answered, far too enthusiastically. I couldn’t take this away from her—not because of my insecurities. We talked a while longer, laughing and saying ridiculous things about it, but as we did, I started to feel a different kind of unease. It was as if, beneath the surface of all that excitement, there was something I couldn’t quite name. A strange, undefined feeling that slowly settled in and followed me every time I thought about Saturday.PAUL“Well?” a voice asked from the darkness—rough, unhurried.Paul lit a cigarette. The orange glow briefly outlined his face before sinking back into the shadows.“She will,” he replied, with a calm that wasn’t natural but rehearsed.“What makes you think that?” the man pressed, stepping forward.Paul exhaled slowly, watching the smoke dissolve into the damp air.“She’s just like her mother,” he said, with feigned nostalgia. “Full of hope. Full of compassion.” He paused briefly. “I showed up when she didn’t want to see me… and walked away with a gift. She sent me to rehab. Said it was Susan Porter’s last courtesy.”The other man raised an eyebrow.“I thought your last name was
The man took a deep breath, as if he had been rehearsing what he was about to say for a long time.“Camila… things got out of control. I didn’t mean to hurt you, and I certainly didn’t want anyone else to hurt you.”I looked at him without rushing. I didn’t feel the urge to interrupt or correct him right away. I let his words settle in the air—clumsy, incomplete, insufficient.“There’s no apology in that,” I said at last, calmly. Not as a reproach, but as a statement.He frowned, uncomfortable, and nodded once, as if that w
“Good afternoon, Jacob,” Paul said from the doorway, holding a cap in his hands as if it were a useless extension of his guilt. His fingers fidgeted, his voice fragile in a way that inspired not tenderness, but rejection. “I’m sorry to come without notice, but… I’d like to speak with Camila, please.”The silence that followed was dense—almost physical.Jacob took a slow breath, so controlled that I could feel the effort it took for him not to react the way his body wanted to. There was something fierce in him, a righteous violence held back only because I was there.“You can’t be here, Paul,” he said at last, without raising his voice or hesitating. “Camila doesn’t want to see you.”The look he gave him didn’t need volume or threats. It was a sentence.His knuckles, white against the doorfr
For a long time, I believed time was an enemy—an endless line of days that didn’t belong to me, hours that existed only to remind me of what I had lost.But time, like most things, proved more complex. It didn’t give me back what had been taken. It didn’t erase the wound. But it did something quieter, more decisive: it stopped reopening it every time I breathed.It was still there—sensitive, alive—but it no longer bled the way it used to.I had survived things that, at another point in my life, would have seemed impossible.I hadn’t come out unscathed—I wasn’t the same—but I also wasn’t the broken version of myself I once believed I would be forever.I had learned to stay afloat, even when the sea was still rough.Maybe that’s why they say sailors aren’t born in calm waters.
I had decided I didn’t want to keep living as if every corner hid a threat—or as if the air itself could turn against me.Fear had taught me how to survive. But not how to live. And I didn’t want every step to feel like an act of defense anymore. I didn’t want daylight to feel like unnecessary exposure.I wanted to go back out into the world, to walk without flinching, to cross the sidewalk in front of my house without my heart pounding in panic, to look at the sky without wondering who might be watching me.But that determination didn’t come clean.It came after a setback—small, devastating, the kind that leaves no visible marks but makes you question all the ground you thought you had gained.***It was an ordinary morning.I was making coffee when the sound of a metal lid falling in the kitchen&mdash
A little over a month had passed since I started my sessions with Clara, and although life still felt fragile, something inside me had changed.The days were no longer a string of empty hours or a constant waiting for something to go wrong.There was still fear—yes—but it no longer occupied all the space.I went back to school a few days later, and the noise in the hallways still cut through me.That’s when I learned to anchor myself—to name colors, sounds, textures. And when Kate noticed I was getting overwhelmed, she would simply take my hand. No words. No questions. As if she knew that sometimes, that was enough.I started doing yoga at home, reading a little before bed, cooking with Dad on Sundays, and, every now and then, letting Jacob join me in spaces that had once felt impossible.That afternoon, he suggested we go out for ice
On Monday, after returning from the lake, the school routine felt almost absurd. The hallways were just as loud; teachers repeated their formulas and assignments, and yet I felt like I was on another plane altogether—as if I were carrying a secret written on my skin that no one else could see. At
The lake house had that strange quality of places that know how to keep stories. It didn’t impose silence, but it didn’t break it either; it simply invited you to lower your voice and stay. The day was beginning to give in, tinting the windows with a soft golden hue, and for the f
We parked and headed toward the entrance. After passing through security, we reached an area with high tables and a bar for drinks and food. As soon as Jacob spotted a group of people, he nodded in their direction. That’s when I understood: he had friends waiting. So this wasn’t a sacrifice fo
“What did I miss?!” Kate’s voice shattered the moment. Jacob pulled his hands away at once and lowered my blouse, while I silently cursed her timing.“There was a fight, and Camila was collateral damage,” Jacob said in his usual serious tone.Jacob shot Kate a deadly look, but Kate—being Kate—didn’







