Chapter 5

I hailed a cab and headed to the courier service, clutching the passport I’d prepared months ago and the carefully signed divorce papers. I instructed the clerk to send them to Marcelo after I had left, ensuring there would be no trace of me left in this pack. From there, I made my way to the cemetery where my parents and Marcelo’s parents rested. Seven years had passed since their deaths, yet their faces still haunted my dreams, their absence a constant ache in my chest. Tears streamed down my face as I knelt before their graves, the weight of…