ESTEFANÍA
During the day, I couldn't stop thinking about the argument I had with Josué.
At this point in my life, I was torn between choosing the strong friendship I had with him or the love of Joshua and the honesty I owed him. Often, lies weren't necessary to be honest; sometimes, silence that hid the reality was enough. Maintaining honesty, in those cases, meant breaking that suffocating silence.
I knew this could change his life, but I owed it to him. He had been fighting for me all this time.
In the end, I decided to tell Joshua everything that same night. A knot formed in my stomach because if things went wrong, Josué wouldn't forgive me, and I could lose him too.
I took a final sip of my coffee before approaching a trash can and disposing of the empty cup. When I looked up, I s
