Ana and Sebastián sat across from each other at the dining table, like two perfectly aligned puzzle pieces. Their

ancing up from his phone for a brief mo

she didn't know how to express what she truly felt. Something in her chest tightened every time their c

, searching for something to say but f

le that exuded perfection. But that perfection couldn't hide what lay beneath. Ana could feel how t

at the same time, so far away. His face, handsome but impassive, always so calm, so calculated. What had h

w to fill the silences. The laughter had faded, and the "I love you's" no

ubject, but Ana noticed the slightly distant tone in his voice. As

surprised by the sudden mention

've been working a lot. -Sebastián didn't lift his eyes from his phone, as

rst, she considered that it might be an opportunity to regain what they had lost, to reconnect-but deep down, she knew

bastián finally looked up, a

frustration. Why didn't he see what she saw? Why didn't

d about the idea... -Sebas

I don't even know if we could share a place like that

ing them in a bubble that grew

ople, laughter, and conversation, but Ana felt like a ghost, drifting through the lively atmosphere.

robust woman with a contagious l

they were younger? -she said, pouring red wine into their gla

th indifference, darkened slightly. The mention of Gabriel's name triggered a subtle, almost imperc

Ana repeated it in her mind, but she couldn't full

t all their time at my house, remember, Sebastián? -the au

ightly, but his gaze never met hers. Was it just her imagination, or did Sebastián

a sip of his wine and looking away, as if tr

d, and for a second, she couldn't help but wonder if there was something

h her fingers-something she couldn't fully understand yet. Why did Gabriel's name cause such unease in Sebastián? The more she r

thinking about that moment-about the shadow that had crossed S