— And what about society - I asked ironically, knowing that in a world like his I did not fit, and then thinking about what could happen and say the distinguished people who knew him.I don't care about society, after I get divorced there will be nothing to fear — He finally explained pronouncing the word divorce, with difficulty, hearing that gave me a little relief, but I still felt afraid, especially because I know that now it was not only me who mattered; I was carrying a child in my belly and I needed to take responsibility for him too.— And how long will we be here? I want to have my son in Mexico — I clarified fearfully, since I already had six months, and three months to go would go in a heartbeat.— We'll figure it out, for now you must finish the course, I need you to be the photographer of the agency — he answered cheerfully.— Count on it — I said in a half-voice— Lisa, aren't you happy? — He asked maybe because the tension was not leaving me and that was completely noti

It was as if Thiago suddenly showed me that he was hiding something, and happiness turned into bitterness, doubt, and guilt.— Stay here, if I don't come back by midnight, please don't wait for me. Tomorrow, the same driver will come to take you to the university. There's enough food in the kitchen, I've left everything prepared for you, you won't need anything, don't worry, don't call me, I won't be able to answer you — he instructed with his voice tired from the rush of getting dressed so quickly, without even giving me a kiss or a farewell hug.— But Thiago... — I managed to say as I watched him go through the bedroom door. I didn't have the strength to chase after him, and I felt a pain in my chest, as if things with him were too ephemeral to understand.— Just please don't open the door to anyone except my driver. Look through the windows before opening it — he warned without turning to look at me, as if what was happening was too urgent.— Damn it, he lied again — I muttered, an

The anguish overwhelmed my consciousness. On one hand, thinking about all the bad things regarding Thiago hurt me, but being in that room after fleeing made me regress, thinking again about what was happening to him. Possibly, I slept until the early morning, not because I stopped thinking, but because of exhaustion. The bed was too soft, and my back hurt horribly. Diego and Clara, on the other hand, slept happily, and I felt pain for not being in the same conditions as them, an envy that consumed my soul.Once a ray of sunlight entered the room, I got up. They were still asleep, wrapped in each other's arms. I looked at them and could only touch my belly, which was the only company I had left. The hotel provided breakfast, and I devoured everything. Anxiety consumed me, maybe because of the noise I made, I managed to wake up Clara Lucía, who immediately got dressed and approached me, with delicacy, with shame for not telling me the truth, for being Diego's accomplice and keeping me i

— However, I continued to inquire, "And how do you know all of this? Thiago is more mysterious than a man," I asked curiously, wanting to know what kind of relationship they had for Thiago to confide in him about my safety.— "My mother was his family's maid, and she helped us financially so that I could receive a good education. I lived in that house since I was a child, so we became good friends. Now, as adults, he reached out to me to help him with this case because he knows I'll never let him down. So, I'm aware of the whole situation, not just as a detective but also due to the trust we both share," Diego explained, not portraying his role as a detective but rather as the good college friend he had pretended to be when we first met.— His story seemed touching; it appeared that, after all, wealthy families weren't as bad as one might suppose — "And were you there when he married Esmeralda? According to Thiago, he was very young, maybe you were still living there," I probed, curio

— Lisa, Lisa — she repeated my name over and over, but I no longer knew if the pain of the soul was equal to or worse than the physical.— Here I am, just trying not to think, and believing faithfully that my son will be born on time, that nothing bad will happen — I replied, trying not to worry Clara even more.— You're too pale, do you really think you can hold on, or should I call someone to help us? — she said, concerned.— No, don't call anyone. I know I can still hold on, I know he won't be born now, I know he won't die, something within my mother's conscience confirms it to me, — I replied, and calling myself a mother moved me; it was the first time I assumed it with such faith.— And Thiago — she murmured.— Thiago, my good Thiago, as I used to call him, he was a fundamental piece for me to give up the idea of aborting. It's one of the reasons why I love him as someone completely special. I say love because I don't know if you can love so quickly, but his actions towards me ha