had just shared with Elena.
He had gone to the detention wing convinced he would leave with renewed confidence in his wife.
Instead...
He had returned carrying questions he couldn't answer.
No matter how hard he tried to focus on her words, one detail refused to leave his mind.
Elena had spoken endlessly about herself.
She had spoken about her arrest.
Her reputation.
Her career.
Her freedom.
She had begged him to get her out of prison, insisted that she had been framed, and repeatedly demanded that he sue Santiago Torres Mendoza and Daniella.
Yet throughout the entire conversation...
She had never once asked about the children.
Not once had she asked whether Matías was recovering.
Not once had she wondered how Adrián was coping.
She hadn't asked whether they were frightened.
She hadn't even questioned why they had accused her in the first place.
It was as though their suffering had never crossed her mind.
Marcos slowly lowered his head into his hands.
