Chapter 4: The Roof Confession

That night, at 1:13 a.m., the light returned beneath the door, and this time I was awake enough to know evil has routines too… Continue Reading ⬇️

The strip of light crawled upward. Lucía shifted, blocking it again. Esteban lay beside us, breathing too evenly, too carefully.

After the light vanished, Lucía whispered, “Now.”

We slipped out like fugitives and climbed to the roof. Puebla glittered below us, peaceful and unaware.

There, under the night air, Lucía finally spoke.

She told me Esteban had begun with comments. Then he stood too close. Then came visits when Tomás worked late. After she moved into our family house, footsteps paused outside her room. A doorknob turned in the dark.

“Why my bed?” I asked, already sick with the answer.

Her eyes filled. “Because he would not dare reach me with you there.”

For once, I did not ask why she stayed silent. I asked why we had made silence her only safe place. Continue Reading ⬇️