The car stops in the garage. Marco opens the door, and I step out, my legs still trembling. My cream dress is wrinkled, my hair is a mess, and I’m not even wearing shoes.I walk into the house. The cold marble hallway, the dim lights, the suffocating silence. At the end of the hall, in the living room doorway, Alexandro stands. His black shirt is the same, his tie is off, the top button undone. His hair is slightly disheveled. His eyes watch me from the end of the hallway.I don’t look down.I keep walking, passing him, entering the living room. At the stairs leading to the bedroom, I stop.“I’m going to get something.”I go up. My legs feel heavy. In the bedroom, the large suitcase Nathan brought that night is still in the corner of the room, hidden behind the curtain. I open it. The money is still there, bundles neatly stacked, not a single one missing. I close it, drag the suitcase to the stairs, and carry it down one step at a time.In the living room, Alexandro is already sitting
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