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For two days I had been lowering the curtains to hide what I was doing. That last morning I decided to leave them open, and the woman in uniform stayed planted on the other side of the courtyard.

I turned on the phone, cracked the curtains open just enough, and waited for his shadow to cross the window while I stayed naked in front of the mirror.

The teachers’ lounge seemed empty at that hour. I pushed the door open without knocking and there she was on the sofa, completely lost in herself.

We were lying there naked, still smelling like what we’d just done, when Sofía told me she had something to confess. Something about Elena. Something that would change how I saw her forever.

The warehouse manager never gave him more than half a smile. That night he found her alone at the bus stop, with no buses and no way out.

When his hand corrected my posture from behind, I felt his body against mine and knew what came next had nothing to do with training.

He adjusted the binoculars toward the lit fourth-floor window and found something that hadn’t been meant for him.

When I passed by the bus stop, Don Rodrigo saw me from the bus. What started as a birthday beer ended in a way I never expected.

He was nineteen, his hands were shaking, and he asked me to teach him. I was thirty-eight, wearing a silk robe, and had the whole night ahead of me.