The past calls me

And while I, in all this time I had connected with the beauty of Cancun. The white sand beaches and turquoise water enveloped me in a calm that I had not experienced before. Sometimes I walked alone along the shore, feeling the sea breeze caress my face and thinking about everything I had left behind.

Despite the distance, he continued writing. My thoughts and emotions flowed into words, and every day I felt closer to understanding my own story. The baby grew inside me, and with it, so did my determination to face the truth.

Barradas continued to be my confidant. Through his messages, he kept me up to date with events in Mexico. My mother, struggling with her pain and regrets, Abril taking advantage of my generosity without knowing that I was the other woman, Luis José trapped in an unhappy marriage and Nelson, stripped of everything he had.

Sometimes I wondered if I had done the right thing by running away. Was it fair that I was here, protected by Barradas, while others suffered the