El día maravilloso

Previously

…Sofía looked up, her eyes red-rimmed, her voice barely audible. “He’s going away, Sol. Really away. For a long time.” Sol sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her trembling shoulders. “I know, my dear. I know.” They sat in silence for a long time, the only sounds the soft chirping of crickets and Sofía’s quiet sobs. The distance between them, once a matter of miles, now felt like an unbridgeable chasm. Lucas was charting a course for his own life, a life that, for the first time, seemed to be irrevocably separate from hers. And Sofía, with her heart full of unspoken love and her art as her only solace, could only watch him sail further and further away, an echo across the sea.