Tobias
The silence in the bedroom grew so heavy it felt suffocating. Valeria stood before me, her hands trembling, her eyes filled with a raw, desperate pain I had never seen in her before.
"If Serena walked through that door tomorrow," she repeated, her voice cracking slightly, "would you still want me as your wife?"
The question caught me completely off guard. It was an impossible scenario, an irrational thought, and my mind immediately reached for logic to shut it down.
"Serena is dead, Valeria," I said, my voice hardening as I tried to regain control of the conversation. "She isn't walking through any door. The question is completely pointless."
"Your refusal to answer is already an answer, Tobias," she whispered, stepping back from me. A bitter, sad smile touched her pale lips.
