Chapter 20
Ian
The afternoon was already turning into evening, and I found myself sitting in an uncomfortable chair in the real estate office, drumming my fingers on the desk as I observed the chaos around me. There were disorganized papers everywhere, an old computer blinking as if it might give up at any moment, and the air conditioning made a constant, annoying noise. It was the perfect setting to reflect how I felt: exhausted and on the verge of collapse.
I glanced over at Sofía, who was standing in front of the counter, talking to the receptionist, who looked visibly tired of dealing with us. Sofía spoke with a determination that, I had to admit, was impressive. Her eyes shone with a mix of anger and frustration, and her voice remained firm despite the evasive responses the employe
