Three years earlier, on a gray afternoon in Guadalajara, Alejandro signed the divorce papers. Mariana sat across from him, her eyes swollen and her hands trembling as she filled out the document. But not a single tear escaped him. At that moment, all he wanted was to be free of that suffocating marriage, the constant arguments, and the heavy silence that filled the small house they had rented on the outskirts of Zapopan.
Three years after our divorce, my ex-wife called me with a "gift," but when I arrived, what I found left me completely stunned.
