Lucía approached the table, her eyes glancing momentarily at the glittering watch and the exposed wealth. Alejandro’s heart raced as he lay still, expecting her to reach out with fingers of betrayal. Instead, she knelt down gently beside the sofa, the soft glow of her lamp casting a halo around her presence.
Her gaze shifted from the table to Alejandro’s face, now softened in sleep. A tender expression washed over her features, one that conveyed a profound empathy rather than greed. She then did something Alejandro could not have anticipated—she placed her lamp on the floor and took out a small, folded piece of paper from her pocket.
