She had a sweet, almost shy appearance, but inside she was strong, clever, always ready to untangle any mess in our daily lives.
I… was the typical “good enough” man: I didn’t drink excessively, I didn’t gamble, I worked hard.
But I failed at the essential thing: listening to her.
My job in real estate in Mexico City was a constant pressure. I always had the perfect excuse:
“I’m busy… it’s for our future.”
And while I said that, Mariana would sit across from me, waiting for a look, a word, anything.
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