Sofía Ran… Because That’s What She Always Did
That night Patricia called with legal threats disguised as love.
“Assessments.”
“Reports.”
“Concerned parties.”
Martín was furious.
But Sofía saw something else—Luna questioned, stressed, pulled into adult war.
And Sofía’s old survival instinct kicked in.
The instinct that had kept her alive.
And kept her alone.
“You should take the Córdoba project,” Sofía told Martín, voice trembling. “Give Luna a few months without drama. Handle your family.”
Martín stared at her.
“That’s a lie,” he said quietly. “Sofía… you’re running.”
Sofía forced a smile.
“I’m being realistic.”
But she was already leaving—inside her chest, inside her future.
She blocked Martín.
She disappeared.
And the silence that followed wasn’t peace.
It was punishment.
