•Sofia•The room was cold and sterile, the bleak atmosphere giving me chills.I had prepared myself for this moment, or at least I thought I had, but the moment I saw her sitting on the other side of the glass, wearing that orange jumpsuit, her hair tied back in a simple ponytail, my heart ached in a way I hadn't expected.It wasn't just the sight of her in that uniform, stripped of her elegance and pride—it was the realisation that, in some twisted way, Teodoro had won.He had not only taken part of my life, Natalie's independence, and Dominic's peace, but he had also claimed my mother, robbing her of the life she once had.I took a deep breath and forced my feet to move, walking to the chair opposite her.She didn't look sad, or even ashamed. She looked calm, almost resigned, as if this was where she was meant to be all along. That calmness unsettled me."You finally decided to visit," she said as I sat down, her tone casual, as though we were meeting for coffee instead of a convers
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