POV Lola
I’ve been shut in here for three days, staring out the window as if the outside world were a constant threat. Three days waiting for my father to call and say it’s safe to come back. Three days feeling like Lucía Navas again: scared, running, invisible.
The triplets don’t understand why we changed places. Lorenzo cries more than usual. Leonardo refuses to sleep unless he’s in my arms. Loretta looks at me with those huge eyes that seem to ask why Mom is so tense.
Carla is in the kitchen, making bottles with the efficiency she developed once we became a two-person survival unit. My best friend. My right hand. The only person who knows me whole—Lucía and Lola, the before and the after.
My phone buzzes on the table. My father’s name lights up the screen.
I answer before the secon
