#Chapter15

Teresa’s letter-01

I wake up the next day with dark circles under my eyes, like shadows in the night: stalking and judging me. I am awake as if on the eve of a funeral. I see myself in front of the mirror. Early in the morning, Donatella brought up a suitcase with clothes my mother sent me. Just the right thing, since I brought nothing but my body and the commitment to be with Darío for the rest of my days on this earth.

The reflection looking back at me seems even sadder than I feel.

It is the true face I wear.

Is it normal to feel caged,...