“I never wanted them to hurt you.”
“You stood outside the door.”
His eyes filled.
“I was afraid.”
She laughed once.
Broken.
“So was I.”
Javier looked down.
“I’m sorry.”
Sofia stepped closer.
“No. You’re sorry because the plan failed.”
“That isn’t true.”
“You married me because your family wanted my home.”
“At first.”
Everyone froze.
Sofia stared.
“At first?”
Javier’s voice cracked.
“My mother introduced us intentionally.”
Sofia closed her eyes.
“But I fell in love with you.”
She opened them again.
“You don’t get to use love to erase what you did.”
He had no answer.
And that was the moment Sofia stopped being Javier Robles’s wife in every way that mattered.
We drove to Union Station.
Marcus had already confirmed locker 317 still existed in a long-term storage section.
The station buzzed with evening commuters.
People rushed past carrying coffee, luggage, children, ordinary worries.
