Two days after the public confession - Elena, seven and a half months pregnant
I was lying in my hospital bed, staring at the ceiling, when a nurse came in.
"Mrs. Navarro, you have a visitor."
"If it's a journalist, I don't want to see them," I replied automatically. "And if it's my family... even less so."
"It's neither one nor the other," she said. "It's... a man. Lorenzo Santos. He says he's a childhood friend? That he hasn't seen you in years but saw the interview and... came to visit you."
Lorenzo.
The name hit me like a punch.
Lorenzo Santos.
My best friend. From childhood until... until I was fifteen, when his family moved to Paris.
We gradually lost contact. Life happened. We grew up. We went our separate ways.
But Lorenzo...
Lorenzo had been my first love. My confidant. My safe haven when Monica was cruel. When Sofia was envious.
Lorenzo knew me. She truly knew me.
