Elena
Taking a deep breath, I mustered the strength to break the silence. "Victor," I said, my voice tinged with a mix of caution and uncertainty. It was difficult to gauge his emotions, and I wasn't sure how he would react to seeing me with Mateo.
Mateo, ever the diplomat, remained composed and offered a polite nod. "Victor," he greeted, his voice neutral but respectful.
Victor's eyes darted between Mateo and me, his expression inscrutable. Finally, he spoke, his voice laced with an undercurrent of tension. "Elena, can we talk?" he asked, his tone a blend of apprehension and longing.
I hesitated for a moment, torn between the desire to address our unresolved issues and the lingering doubts that lingered in my heart. But deep down, I knew that avoiding the conversation would only prolo
