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When I took the glass jar out of my mother’s drawer, I already knew that afternoon I was going to cross a line I didn’t intend to come back from.

When I saw Iván raise his phone and smile, I knew the drill had been a trap—and that I wouldn’t leave that basement intact.

When Vera looked at me that night, I knew something in me was about to break. Not from fear, but from a desire I had never wanted to admit.