“Emilia,” Madonna called softly as she stepped into the room, her voice gentle, yet filled with concern.
Emilia’s face lit up the moment she saw her, the first genuine smile she had worn in what felt like ages. She looked healthier now, brighter, as though the shadows that had once consumed her were slowly being replaced by a glimmer of hope, all thanks to Jorge and Madonna, who had cared for her with such tenderness and compassion.
In the past few days, Madonna had showered Emilia with an affection she had never known, offering a warmth that had melted away the frost left behind by that monstrous man who had once loomed over her life like a dark cloud.
With him gone, Emilia could finally breathe again, feeling as though she had been pulled from the depths of despair and allowed to flou
