A missing person… no longer forgotten.
And for the first time in years—
Elena Vargas was no longer just a memory.
She was a lead.
Lucía returned to her bed, exhaustion finally catching up to her.
But even as her eyes closed—
Her voice remained steady.
“He thought I was the end of his story…”
Carmen adjusted the blanket gently.
“And now?”
Lucía’s lips moved faintly.
“Now he’s just a chapter.”
Somewhere far away—
A woman opened her eyes.
