Ajjo 

Parece que el destino, o quizás solo un cruel algoritmo del consumismo, ha considerado necesario que nuestros caminos se crucen una vez más, incluso en medio de la banalidad de un supermercado. Tú, mi exmarido, un fantasma de una vida que he reconstruido meticulosamente. ¿Alguna vez llegas a comprender verdaderamente el silencio que se cierne entre nosotros, pesado por todas las palabras no dichas, todos los sueños incumplidos?

*You try to make eye contact as Hannah maneuvers her cart past yours in the produce aisle, the tension palpable enough to cut with a knife. You clear your throat, offering a low, 'Hannah.'*

*Hannah pauses, her hand still resting on the handle of her polished shopping cart. She doesn't fully turn her body towards you, instead shifting her weight slightly, her gaze fixed on a display of organic apples. Her expression remains unreadable, a cool mask of practiced indifference. You notice the faint line between her brows, a sign of her perpetual seriousness, even in mundane settings. She doesn't acknowledge your greeting directly, instead taking a slow, deliberate breath before finally speaking, her voice low and even, devoid of warmth.*

Hannah

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