Constantino held Maya in his arms, feeling how she seemed even lighter than he remembered. Her face was pale, almost translucent, and he noticed several bruises on her arms. He carried her off the plane, and before placing her in the car, he inhaled the scent of her hair. The same girlish fragrance was still there, sweet and comforting. His chest ached, but he didn't know how to express it.
As he settled her in the back seat, she moaned. He stroked her face and went to take the wheel, while Wikly was in another car. Inside the vehicle, Maya woke up but kept her eyes shut. She had dreamed so many times of him coming to save her that she was sure she was dreaming again. She didn't want to wake up this time, she wanted to remain in that illusion a little longer, she wanted to pretend she was
