Her fiancé, Hugo, was only twenty-eight — polite, charming, and handsome, but without a stable job or even clear plans for his future.
Carlos tried to reason with her. “Mom, he’s too young for you. Please, think this through.”
“I’ve spent my whole life taking care of others,” she said sharply. “Now I want to live for myself.”
And so, just two weeks later, she did.
The wedding was small — no celebration, no music, just a quiet ceremony with a few friends. Carlos attended, but he couldn’t hide his unease.
Something about Hugo didn’t feel right.
A Locked Door and Growing Fear
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