The Confrontation I Wasn’t Ready For
I didn’t stay the night.
I couldn’t.
Every wall in that house felt like it was watching me.
Mocking me.
So I got back in my car and drove.
Straight to the address Sofia gave me.
It was smaller.
Simpler.
Real.
The kind of place I had expected all along.
When I knocked on the door, my hands were shaking.
Not from fear.
From something deeper.
Something sharper.
Betrayal.
The door opened slowly.
And there she was.
Clara.
She looked older.
Frail, yes.
But not broken.
Not desperate.
Not the woman I had imagined every time I hit “send” on that transfer.
“Roberto…” she whispered.
Her voice trembled.
But not in the same way I remembered.
This was different.
This was… guilt.
“You’re alive,” I said.
The words sounded strange even to me.
“Of course I am,” she replied, confused.
I stepped inside without waiting for an invitation.
“We need to talk.”
We sat in a small living room.
No luxury.
No upgrades.
No signs of the life I had been paying for.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.
Her eyes filled with tears instantly.
“Tell you what?”
“That you weren’t living alone. That you weren’t struggling the way you said.”
She looked away.
And that was enough.
“I didn’t want to lose you,” she said softly.
The answer hit me sideways.
“What?”
“You were all I had left of Marina,” she continued. “If I told you I was okay… I was afraid you’d stop calling. Stop caring.”
I laughed.
Not because it was funny.
Because it hurt.
“So you lied?”
“I didn’t lie,” she insisted weakly.
“You let me believe something that wasn’t true.”
She started crying now.
Real tears.
Shaking hands.
“I was lonely, Roberto.”
For a moment…
I almost broke.
Because I understood that feeling.
Too well.
But then I remembered the house.
The car.
The five years.
“Lonely doesn’t justify this,” I said quietly.
To be continued in Part 05 end
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