"I bought the house," he said, a small, sad smile touching his lips. "It’s exactly what I wanted. But it’s very quiet."
Victoria looked at the lighthouse in the painting, its beam cutting through the dark. "No," she lied, her voice steady even as her heart fractured one last time. "I don't." No Me Quieres, No Te Quiero Victoria Vilchez ...
They stood in the silence for a long moment, the ghost of their past stretching between them. "Are you happy?" he asked. "I'm moving forward," she said carefully. "And you?" "I bought the house," he said, a small,
They walked away in opposite directions, two people who had loved each other enough to let go, carrying the weight of a lie that set them both free. "I bought the house