El día maravilloso

Previously

…She saw Lucas’s face in the window, his expression a mixture of anticipation and something else, something that looked like regret. He waved, a final, lingering gesture, and then he was gone. The train disappeared into the distance, taking with it a part of Sofía’s heart. The world suddenly felt a little colder, a little emptier, the silence of his absence a deafening roar. She clutched a small, carved wooden bird he had given her years ago, its smooth surface a familiar comfort against her trembling fingers. The weight of his secret, and her own, now felt heavier than ever, a lonely burden to carry in the quiet days ahead.