That evening, Lucía stood on her balcony as the sun dipped below the horizon.
The city lights began to flicker on, one by one.
Life continuing.
Always.
She took a slow, deep breath.
The air felt different now.
Not because the world had changed—
But because she had.
For the first time in a long time, there was no one shaping her reality behind the scenes.
No hidden intentions.
No quiet manipulations.
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