- Return Home.

The hospital held that peculiar stillness that could only be found among white walls and the distant hum of monitors. Lara, somewhat improved, sat in a wheelchair, her leg still immobilized. Dr. Arturo—a man with a calm demeanor and a reassuring smile—had just discharged her, promising a swift recovery.

“A couple of weeks, and you’ll be moving like nothing ever happened,” he’d said as he examined her leg one last time to ensure everything was in order.

Meanwhile, Leo, Patricio, and Dimitri waited outside the room. The sky that day was gray and soaked in rain, casting a melancholic tone over the hospital, as though the city itself was mirroring the weight Leo carried within. Every time he looked at Lara, he saw beyond her wounded skin—he saw the strength she showed only to him.