A Glimpse from the Mercedes
Traffic stalled at the light, and in the sleek black Mercedes, Rodrigo Navarro tapped the steering wheel impatiently.
At thirty-eight, he was one of the most successful tech entrepreneurs in the city. On paper, he had it all: money, power, recognition.
In truth, his life was an endless cycle of long days, empty nights, and a silent mansion that felt more like a museum.
He glanced out the window—and that’s when he saw her.
A young woman with tired eyes and a suitcase beside her, speaking tenderly to the life growing inside her.
Something about her posture—upright despite exhaustion—stopped him.
She reminded him of Marina—his late wife, gone five years now. Not in appearance, but in spirit.
The light turned green, and Rodrigo drove forward. But her image stayed.
Within minutes, he circled the block and pulled into an empty space.
