“Who did this to you?” Diego asked softly. Camila lowered her eyes, unable to answer.

She didn’t have to. Diego followed her silence and looked toward the brightly lit house behind them. He already understood the truth.

For a long time, Camila had refused to see how deeply Álvaro controlled her life. Diego, however, had seen it from the beginning.

“You’re coming with me,” he said firmly. Though she hesitated for a moment, she finally turned away from the house and walked beside him into the rain-