I woke up with a strange feeling, like something important was about to happen.
For a moment, I stayed still, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, trying to understand where I was. The room was too big, too quiet… too beautiful. Everything looked organized, elegant—almost perfect.
Nothing like me.
Madrid.
The realization hit me all at once.
I sat up abruptly, my heart racing, when my phone buzzed beside me. Still a little disoriented, I grabbed it and opened the notification.
Miguel Benites.
My stomach tightened slightly.
“Good morning. I need to leave early for a meeting.
Giulia wakes up at 7 a.m.
Breakfast: no sugar. She prefers bread with cheese or fruit.
Her uniform is laid out in the closet.
School starts at 8:30 a.m.
Avoid tablet use in the morning.
The driver won’t be av
