After all, from the day I agreed to marry him, our decisions must be made together, with the same commitment we promised to share.
As soon as the courtroom doors open to let us out into the hallway, a shout breaks the murmur of the crowd.
"Susan!"
My heart stops. I turn cautiously and see Martín, handcuffed, his face flushed, not just from the tension of the moment. His eyes are waiting for some reaction from me.
"I'm sorry, Susy," he says with a choked voice. "You have always been my only love."
I don't dare respond. What love is he talking about? His declaration floats in the air, absurd and empty. After a moment of helplessness, Martín surrenders to the gentle but firm push of the officers, leading him out of the room. His gaze breaks—a last attempt at connection that dies as he cr
