The storm was calmer; two weeks had passed since Santiago finally signed the divorce papers.

The long battle with Santiago had drained her, but when the final signatures hit the last page, it felt as if the air in her lungs had changed. She felt lighter and freer. For the first time in years, she could breathe without feeling watched, judged, or owned.

Domingo had remained stuck in her life like quiet rain after a storm. He didn’t rush her, didn’t pry.

He just showed up when she needed ...