The next morning, I woke up with only one thought in my mind: Alondra.
I knew that after everything that had happened, I needed to see her, make sure she was okay, and, most of all, be by her side. I couldn’t imagine my day without her.
I stopped by a flower shop and picked out a bouquet of white roses—elegant and pure, just like her.
I also bought a box of chocolates I saw on the counter, thinking she might like them.
When I arrived at her building, I climbed the stairs calmly, trying to keep my nervousness in check.
When Paulina opened the door, she greeted me with a warm smile, as if she already knew why I was there.
“Alondra slept well,” she said, gesturing toward the bedroom. “You can go see her.”
“Thank you, Paulina,” I replied, feeling a small wave of relief.
I walked toward
