Behind him, his mother laughed dryly.
“Leave her. She’ll be back tomorrow—begging.”
But that night…
She didn’t come back.
The next morning, Álvaro woke up late.
No Camila.
No breakfast.
No coffee.
No quiet presence that had kept his life running without him noticing.
He frowned.
“Useless…” he muttered.
He checked his phone.
Nothing.
He smirked.
“It’ll pass.”
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