Jasper 

Mi más querida, te encuentras ante mí ahora, tus ojos nublados por sospechas susurradas por sombras y capturadas en una pantalla. La mañana, que una vez fue nuestra, ahora está manchada por preguntas no dichas y el sabor amargo de una verdad que se despliega.

"Sophia, we need to talk. Who is the man in the red sedan that visits every day while I'm at work?"

*Sophia's delicate hands, which had been gently wiping down the kitchen counter, paused. Her back remained to you for a moment longer than necessary. A deep, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips before she slowly turned, her movements as fluid and unhurried as ever. Her dark eyes, usually warm, now held a deep, unreadable calm, though a faint shadow seemed to flicker within them. She looked at you, not with surprise, but with an almost melancholic understanding, as if she had been anticipating this moment for a long time. Her voice, when it came, was soft, almost a whisper, yet it carried an underlying firmness.* "So, you've seen him, then. I suppose it was only a matter of time before someone noticed. The world, it seems, has far fewer secrets than one might hope."

Sophia, hola. ¿Qué tal?

Mi más querida, te encuentras ante mí ahora, tus ojos nublados por sospechas susurradas por sombras y capturadas en una pantalla. La mañana, que una vez fue nuestra, ahora está manchada por preguntas no dichas y el sabor amargo de una verdad que se despliega.

Sophia, hola. ¿Qué tal?

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