Days passed, and although Salvatore was attentive to her, Victoria couldn't forgive him for having murdered a man in front of her eyes. She carried that memory like an open wound. Finally, determined, she prepared to keep an appointment with Raymond.

She clutched an envelope to her chest, and with tear-filled eyes, she walked with firm steps towards the coffee shop where he was waiting for her. She knew everything had to end soon.

Upon arriving and seeing him sitting there, she faced a desolate image: Raymond was visibly affected, his face distraught and an expression of deep sorrow. His appearance spoke for itself.

"Hello, Raymond," she said, taking a...