I am asking for one meeting. Not to pressure you to return. To listen.
Alejandro
You read it twice.
Then you closed the laptop.
Nina watched you from the couch.
“You going?”
“No.”
“Good.”
You paused.
“Maybe tomorrow.”
Nina groaned.
“Sofia.”
“I’m not going back.”
“You say that now.”
“I mean it.”
“Then why meet him?”
You looked toward the window, where the Manhattan skyline glowed in the distance like a promise and a warning.
“Because if Julian changed my file, he changed others.”
Nina softened.
“You don’t have to fix everything.”
You smiled sadly.
“I know.”
But neither of you believed it.
The next morning, you met Alejandro in a conference room at a neutral law office downtown.
Not his office.
Not your old building.
Neutral ground.
You wore black trousers, a white blouse, and the expression of a woman who had slept enough to become dangerous.
