Mariana ran out of the room, her heart pounding and tears blinding her vision. Her body trembled, both from fear and from the rain that continued to fall relentlessly. She could barely breathe, her chest rising and falling with desperation. Behind her, the nanny hurried after her, calling softly."Mariana, wait!"The young woman stopped in the hallway, trembling. The nanny gently took her arm and led her to a secluded room. Mariana let herself be led without resistance, without the strength to resist anything else.Inside the room, the nanny handed her clean clothes."Put these on, my child," she whispered tenderly, helping her dress. "You can't stay here. Here's the address." She handed her a crumpled piece of paper with a hastily written address. "Tell them you're coming from me. You can stay there until I can come see you. Also, take this money; it'll help you with whatever you need."Mariana took the money with trembling hands, her eyes still brimming with tears."Nana..." she stammered, unable to find the words. She couldn't understand why something so terrible had happened to her."Don't worry, child. I'll help you," the nanny assured her, stroking her hair. "But now go. Before that woman finds you."Mariana nodded, unable to say anything else. With the paper in her hand, she crossed the threshold of the mansion for the last time. The icy wind hit her immediately, and the rain soaked her clothes in seconds, but she didn't stop. She ran and ran until she lost sight of the house that had stolen her innocence.As she walked through the deserted streets, her thoughts tortured her. Why me? What did I do wrong to deserve this? If Mom and Dad were alive, none of this would have happened to me. Her sobs mingled with the sound of rain hitting the pavement.Looking at the paper with the address, she felt a pang of uncertainty. She didn't want to go there, didn't want to depend on anyone. If that woman found her, everything could get worse. Determined, she dropped the paper and decided to take another route.She arrived at the passenger terminal, a nearly deserted place at that time of night. She hugged herself to try to warm up and sat on a cold bench, waiting for dawn.Meanwhile, at the mansion, Sebastián was in critical condition. His body was still feeling the effects of the aphrodisiac, and he couldn't control his labored breathing or the burning sensation coursing through his veins. Beatriz, seeing him in this state, decided to take him to the hospital immediately. He ordered the employees to prepare the car and helped him get in, ignoring the rain that was lashing the city.At the hospital, the medical staff greeted him, and he was rushed to the hospital. Beatriz paced the waiting room, restless and worried. Her son had always been strong, always in control of his life, and now she saw him reduced to a vulnerable being.Several hours passed before the doctor finally came out with a serious expression on his face."Mrs. Beatriz, we already have a diagnosis..."Beatriz immediately approached, her heart pounding."What's wrong with my son, doctor?"The doctor sighed and checked his clipboard.“Your son was drugged with a high-potency aphrodisiac. This type of substance is often used to induce desire in a person without their consent. Fortunately, the effect has worn off, and his body is stabilizing.”Beatriz pursed her lips, feeling a mixture of relief and anger.“Will there be any after-effects?”“If the dose had been higher or if he hadn't been able to relieve the effects with a woman, he could have suffered a collapse or permanent alterations to his nervous system,” the doctor explained seriously.The doctor's words hit Beatriz like a bucket of cold water. Her gaze hardened, but she said nothing. Her mind held only one thought: this couldn't be left like this. *********************************************Dawn found Mariana still in the terminal, her body numb from the cold and dampness of the previous night. She slowly got up from the bench, feeling every muscle ache. Her stomach growled with hunger, reminding her that she hadn't eaten since the day before. She looked around and saw a small food stand nearby. With the few coins she had, she went over and bought a piece of bread and a hot coffee.While she was eating, her eyes fell on a notice posted in the window of a cafe across the street: "Cleaning Lady Wanted." She felt a glimmer of hope. She arranged her hair and clothes as best she could and headed toward the establishment."Good morning, I'm here about the announcement," she said in a shaky voice as she entered.The owner, a middle-aged woman wearing a flour-stained apron, looked her up and down."Oh, yes, we need help. Are you new to the city? Your way of speaking tells me you're not from here.""Yes, ma'am, I'm from the countryside," Mariana replied, avoiding further details."Fine, I'll put you on trial for a week. If you do your job well, you'll stay.""Yes, ma'am, whatever you say," she replied gratefully.The owner showed her her duties: clearing tables, sweeping, washing dishes, and keeping the place tidy. Thus began her first day at the cafe, trying to forget what she had left behind.Meanwhile, back at the mansion, Sebastian woke up in his room. He felt weak, and his mind was clouded, but what tormented him most was the image of that girl. He closed his eyes and saw her face filled with terror, her pleading. A lump formed in his throat.At that moment, the door opened and his mother walked in."What's wrong, son? Why that expression?"Sebastian stared at her and asked in a deep voice,"Mom... where is the girl I raped?"Beatriz frowned and waved an impatient hand."Don't say that, son. It wasn't your fault what happened. I kicked her out that same night; I couldn't allow her to remain here after what happened.""How can you talk about this so calmly?" Sebastian put his hands to his head. "Mother, she begged me... and I took her by force. How do you expect me to stop thinking about that? I want you to look for her, find out who she is and where she is."Beatriz looked at him disapprovingly but nodded."Okay, son. I'll see what I can do."At that moment, the nanny came in with a tray."Excuse me, ma'am, I brought the young man some soup," she said sweetly."Come in, nanny," Sebastian replied, forcing a smile. "Thank you for taking care of me. You always pamper me with your soups.""You know I do it with great affection, young man," the nanny replied with a slight smile.Beatriz looked at her son one last time before picking up her bag."I'll go to the company. I hope you feel better, Sebastian."