Alejandro’s Pov

One month later.

And a few days more.

The soft scrape of the sponge against her skin feels louder in the silence of the room. I squeeze it over the bowl, watching the water drip, clear and warm, before I run it along her arm. Her skin feels cold, so much colder than it should, and it makes something sharp twist in my chest.  

Thirty-four days. That’s how long it’s been since she closed her eyes and never opened them again. That’s how long it has been since her body ...