d until I got stuck in a line of cars. There was no way out, no way back or forward. Even if I took the nearest exit, it would take a long time. I was about t

I was able to reach the sidewalk, but not before

ngers stiff from gripping the steering wheel. Rage, p

rowd, I searched for

surgical resident, just like me. His impeccable gown, the confidence with which he walk

handed me a folder. It wasn't what he said, but how he said it. As if he already knew me, when we had barely

stolen walks, whispers during endless shifts, glances that burned hot

ove

thought that had been enough. At that moment, as I ran up the stairs, through the hallways, tripp

iously left in my locker. If it hadn't been for that time I'd wasted in traffic... I swear I would have convinced him to back out. At that time, he had been about to cancel, and all it would have taken was a p

om me and my right to be his wife." What you don't know is that he loves

se, before I took him f

*

spread out in front of him. A beautiful memory had flashed through his mind: the day he gave Camila the ring and asked

e pressure of the engagement, a

na. I love Camila, I gave her

t of his tie hanging on the same hook as his sash. The image had t

n commitment. They can't f

ly, even trying to climb out the window, but downstairs we

t thinking about cau

e hell d

ached for his phone, turne

ck

e times, but the

be happeni

unding, as she called insistently, whi

or you. The Rivas family is already at th

han a plea. A crack in her voice betrayed her: sh

r, observing a trapped man he didn't recogn

ugh, her eyes shining in the white hospital light, the way she listened to

pain tightening his chest. There wa

as his mother, her eyes brimming with tears, ready to take him to the ceremony. She hugged hi

*

ast details of her dress. She was surrounded by her family

p, her hair tied with precision, the white fabric hugging her silhouette like

oped for. The consolidation of a name, of a life designed to