Christian Adams Vanderbilt
After the meeting, I remained alone in my office, still trying to process everything that had happened earlier. But something inside me was wrong. An invisible weight pressed on my chest, as if something on the verge of collapse was trapped inside me. It was a discomfort I couldn't name, a suffocating restlessness.
In an attempt to shake off that feeling, I picked up my phone and sent a message to Evelin, a great friend I left in New York. From the day I first saw her, something about her held my attention. Her striking beauty, her contagious joy, the fire in her eyes when witnessing an injustice. We were colleagues, but deep down, I always cared for her more than was appropriate.
And perhaps that was why, the instant this restlessness took hold of me, her nam
